I heard of you today
when my mom came crying,
and I didn't know what to think
petrified of the words soon to escape her lips
not at all what I expected, not much to say

you were going to prison
statutory **** of a fifteen year old boy

what they hell were you thinking

and only three days until you were supposed to leave

I heard of you today
when my mom came crying
and I thought it was my dad
I didn't want to hear
I didn't want to think of my fathers lifeless body, heart no longer beating

but it wasn't him at all

according to the report, your fourteen year old daughter walked in to see your neck strung around a rope in the doorway

only a thick, unearthed shell of your existence left behind. No note. No explanation.
and now I know that is the worst way to leave.
I pity the thought of your three young children staring at the mirror, only to see your face glaring back

what the hell were you thinking