I'm mad at the world for what it has taken from me
What it has done to me, giving me trauma and sadness, what I'll never forget,

What I had to hear and tell his brother the words that spilled from my mouth, and my voice cracking due to how much I was crying, hearing his brother cry through the phone.
The day I walked out of that funeral home with the thoughts of how could anyone take a boy from his friends and the only family he had left, leaving his brother with regrets of not protecting his younger brother from the dangers of the streets...