I weep for you, sweet angel. So alone and isolated. So scared of what the future could hold, Or perhaps what it couldn't, That you preferred to die rather than live. I wish I could have held you.
I weep for you, brother. Who lost your sibling. Who regrets every cross word And every assault and insult, With the bruised eyes and torn soul Don't blame yourself.
I weep for you, mother. Who loved you baby more than anything. Who laughed with him, And cried for him, And now battles with every ghost of a memory. He loved you too.
I weep for you, father. Who dreamt of your child's future, Who imagined he would be a father someday too. Who feigns strength for your family But wants more than anything to break down too. You tried your hardest.
I weep for you, world. Who watched as an angel fell. Who observed the skies opening for him, Who watched the heavens pour out. Who cradles him now, tighter than ever. *Hold him gently, for all of us.
When given a prompt by our local PTSA themed "the world would be a better place if..." I decided upon a poem about feminism. Unfortunately, a tragedy occurred locally and a high school student committed suicide. So at the last second, I changed my reflection to "the world would be a better place if... no one wanted to commit suicide."