A school is refusing to help children.
Suicidal ones.
Her parents told her, “You’re cutting for attention.”
She told us, “Maybe if I was gone, they would know it’s not.”

Those parents are the most pathetic people I’ve ever known.
You can’t just tell your child that they’re depressed just because “they want attention.”
You’re the ones supposed to be caring.
She is your child.

People nowadays don’t stop to realize that people are hurting.
That people are suffering.
Maybe more than others, but they’re still suffering!

We’re always told that parents are the ones supposed to be there for us.
How about the fathers who turn into magicians and disappear?
Or how about the mothers who sell their child as a ******* for drug money?
Or the other fathers who are always too drunk to remember their child’s name?
Or the other mothers who beat their children physically and emotionally?

They tell her, “If your parents aren’t there then go to your brothers and sisters.”
Okay. How about the brothers who **** their sisters?
Or the sisters who grow up to be strippers, and a drug addict than have a miscarriage?

Parent’s are the ones supposed to look after their children.
Don’t let your child commit suicide because you weren’t ever there to help her!
Because you were too pathetic to think of your own daughter’s feelings!

Please don’t regret not being there for her.
Please help her through the life she has...

We all have are ups and down
But there  will eventually be a day
Where we break those frowns, and turn it around.

Do you know what  can cure your bad day?
It’s pretty simple... spending time with your family, or friends.

Did you see your dreams come alive?
I bet it did. You have your wife.
25 years and going,
With the kids and wife of your dreams.

You’ve always been happy, and act as you were taught
I may not know your back story
So, there may be wars you once fought. . .

But, you know what?
We’ve seen you live through them, and you’re still here today
Thankfully, you’ll be here to stay.

I bet you have great kids, and wife
Because they’ve been living with you
Through this joyous life.

You tell me you haven’t hurt me
You told me you didn’t do nothing wrong
So, keeping me away from my mother since I was 4;
Never trusting me;
Never believing what I say;
Keeping me locked up…
All that was nothing to you?...

I guess so.

...Pathetic.

You think me being unhappy is a fun way to please you

Maybe listening to me, thinking about my feelings would help me out.

Maybe becoming your “girlfriend’s slave” wasn’t a good way to do that.

Do you understa --

NO.
      No.
           no…

Of course you don’t.
You never have.
Think, dad.
Think!

I’m at school, and my best friend just told me she loved me.

Do you love me?
You see my expression when you say those words, and my reply is…

Nothing. It’s nothing!

How do I know you do?
You could just be lying to me.

Just… start thinking about what you’re going to say, and the things you do that affect your only daughter!

Just… think...

I read my poems to you and you got mad.
Why?
Do you not like the truth?
It’s just my life as youth.

Maybe you know how I feel just you don’t want to agree, only want to deny.
Why?
The truth was only a sliver told.
The rest should naturally unfold.

Did you not like what I said about you and mommy?
Why?
You didn’t tell her you loved her. Right?
Your madness was just your hidden fright.

How about my story of neglect? You like when inside I cry.
Why?
Do you love me?
Mommy would tell me she loved me. Right?

Bubby read my poem. He felt what I felt.
Why?
Because he cares for me.
Please, listen to me.

You always wonder why I don’t tell you what I feel.
Don’t ask why, Daddy. I will freely answer:

Your lack of understanding;       {I’m mature and responsible}

Your forceful demanding;               {I won’t tell you.}

Your pessimist girlfriend;                               {Why does she do that?}

Your prejudice and judgements;     {I’m pansexual...}

You don’t know me, Daddy.       *{Leave me alone!}

I try to make you happy
But, I only disappoint
I try, but inside I die
The only thing I do is cry

I love you, Daddy

Please don’t hit me
I hurt everywhere
It hurts where you burned me
But, you don’t care...
Do you?

I love you, Daddy

Mommy is gone
Will you ever tell me why?
I wanted to die
Didn’t you know?
Will you ever reply?

I love you, Daddy

Guess what, Daddy?
I’m 19 now
I’m proud of who I became.
Are you?
I miss mommy.
Will I ever see her again?

I’m scared, Daddy

Why did you take me away from her?
Is she dead?
You never told her you loved her.
Did you?
You don’t care though
Do you?

*I hate you, Daddy.

So many contradict themselves from the bad to the good
Yesterday, I was in class...
Just like a normal day.
But, ya... see…

I find it ridiculous, and senseless that students bully other students.
They try to act tough to make up for their immaturity.
Teachers act tough to make up for their impurities.

Yesterday,  I was in class…
There’s a kid suffering through a brain disorder
Than gets bullied for it!
The thing about it was the teachers, or students did nothing about it.
I guess people don’t care for a human life.

I went up to the teacher’s desk and asked if I was able to speak to her in the hallway.
A normal conversation, ya know?
She asked me why I couldn’t speak to her there.
Well, okay.
I waited. . . and waited, then I said it.
“They’re picking on Anthony again.”

Then…
She had the courage to say to me, “I told him to sit down. He’s fine.”
******* he is.
Do you see what that kid goes through every ******* day?!
No!
You don’t.
Because you don’t. Pay. Attention.
. . . .

I went back to my desk and sat down next to my dearest friend, Kaci.
I kept looking at her, back at Anthony, back to her, back to Anthony.
Then… 1 of the kids bullying him came up to him and tried breaking his stuff.
His laptop, his pencils.
Like, excuse me!
Who the **** do you think you are?!


I was fed up with it so I said, “Leave him alone.”
The kid told me, “I didn’t do anything.”
I wanted to say *******, but we needed to leave for class.
Well, for lunch.
I ran out of the class and into the restroom.
Kaci came in with me and hugged me so much, and I couldn’t help but cry.
It would be my fault if that child died.
I couldn’t stop them.
I couldn’t help him.

The thing that really ****** me off was the teacher looked up before I yelled, and saw him getting bullied.
Okay. Hold on.
At this point, this should be over with.
But, no.
She looked at her ******* phone and continued to do what she was doing.
She did nothing!

They try teaching us to stop bullying. How about we teach you some things about helping the victim instead of becoming the person to have a child murdered.

. . .

Who new society could be so ****** up?

You try to break us down
You try to make us hurt

We are just like you.
We all have a heart, brain, nerves, feelings…
We smile just like you.
We laugh just like you have before…
… And we hurt
And we cry
So, why treat us wrongly?

I don’t want everyone to be equal because that’d be wrong.
I don’t want people to be just like each other. That’d be boring.

I want everyone to have understanding.
I want everyone to look.
To look at others, and realize that people are hurt, and suffering.
That there are people out there who get abused, and neglected.

Do you get abused?...
How about neglected?

You have a better life than others, so you take what you have granted.
Don’t you?
Why?!

Because… you think you’re so much better just because you have a car!
You have money.
You have a roof over your head.
You have a family!

If you assume you’re so much better than why do you hurt too?
Maybe one of these days you will realize there are people who are different.

And I swear --
I swear on my life for those who don’t think to realize you aren’t better;
And so it gives you the right to treat others with disrespect, dishonesty, and be calloused toward them?

No. It doesn’t… It shouldn’t.
I want people to learn from their mistakes.
Learn that people… are… different.