Jan 2014
Hey honey
I know I may not know you very well
But I care.
I know what happened to you
It's been plastered all over the news
I know what the ******* did
And I'm sorry.
I'm sorry you had to lose your mother.
I'm sorry your family has been torn apart.
That **** just ain't right.
And I don't know what it's like
The inside looking out
But on the outside looking in
I hope your mother rests easy
And your step-father burns eternally.
And I just want you to know:
If you need ANYTHING,
Come by, please.
We may not know eachother very well
But well enough to talk.
Please, don't be silent
I need your words
You need to vocalize
And if you're not ready
That's fine too
But I'm always here
And don't ever forget
You have a wonderful family here
With 300 of us,
We got you.
Just talk with any of us
I promise you
We will listen, we will care.
We love you.
Don't be silent.
1/28/14
I know I may not know you very well
But I care.
I know what happened to you
It's been plastered all over the news
I know what the ******* did
And I'm sorry.
I'm sorry you had to lose your mother.
I'm sorry your family has been torn apart.
That **** just ain't right.
And I don't know what it's like
The inside looking out
But on the outside looking in
I hope your mother rests easy
And your step-father burns eternally.
And I just want you to know:
If you need ANYTHING,
Come by, please.
We may not know eachother very well
But well enough to talk.
Please, don't be silent
I need your words
You need to vocalize
And if you're not ready
That's fine too
But I'm always here
And don't ever forget
You have a wonderful family here
With 300 of us,
We got you.
Just talk with any of us
I promise you
We will listen, we will care.
We love you.
Don't be silent.
1/28/14
So I wrote this poem (or rather thoughts, whatever) to a boy I've known since middle school. Recently (and I mean like, on Monday recently) he lost his mother and step-father. His parents had been fighting, and his step-dad pulled a shotgun on his mother, killed her, and then overdosed on some drug. This is a completely terrible, traumatizing incident, and yet the boy still showed up to school today. I heard about this from a couple friends in band (who had heard from our director) because the boy is also in band.
I don't know if he'll ever read this, and I don't know how to try to console him, but this is the best way I could find. I just wanted to let him know (if he ever does end up reading this) that he is not alone and I am here. And that, the whole band really, is there. And that we all love him, as simply a human being.
That is all.
I don't know if he'll ever read this, and I don't know how to try to console him, but this is the best way I could find. I just wanted to let him know (if he ever does end up reading this) that he is not alone and I am here. And that, the whole band really, is there. And that we all love him, as simply a human being.
That is all.
