If only we would put down the gadgets,
That's when we would find
that even we were blind.
Blind to the girl that was abused,
Blind to the boy who harmed himself.
Just when it was too late
did we realize how much we create?
The boy was bullied by people who knew.
The girl never felt good enough.
If only the gadgets were used to help
instead of destroy.
Only then will we know joy.
But it is already too late.
For it was already made into fate.
The people who can't keep words in their mouths
They are the ones that cause the worst.