The Boy and the Blade, Part 2: The Children Left Behind

The boy and his blade, Friends in his death, As all those he never knew loved him cry over his grave. Now he is nothing except a number... And when the New Year comes it will start over again, Because people don’t think they are loved. Cindy never thought her parents loved her, Bobby never knew they cared, Carly thought her grades were all that mattered, And Daniel cried himself to bed every night... Megan hoped to be something one day, Until the day she was beaten by her daddy dearest. Then she lied awake at night and dreams of pulling the trigger... Wishes she had the power... Until her finger slipped. Michael wondered why everything he did went wrong, Why nobody asked him to the school dance, And why being gay meant you can’t have friends... He did have friends, He just didn’t realize it until he was lying face first in the pool in which he cannot swim. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The number rises every day... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6... What number would you like to be? Do you really think death will solve everything? You’re wrong. 6 makes 7 and 7 hates 8, Until the day 7 dies because 6 was too afraid to live. Confused? Try 40,000... If you can figure out why they did it... Then you have the right to kill yourself too. But I don’t see that happening. Don’t be selfish... Don’t be a number... People need you. I promise.** read the first one if ur confused. Written December 31st, 2001 © on Dec 31 2001 08:21 AM PST   0 • 1