Behind Closed Doors-Seung-Hui and the Vir. Tech Massacre

To all those who have every sat back and watched a bully, to all those who KNEW the parents were abusive and did nothing, I pray you think twice. I will forever remember that I had a choice once and did nothing. I do not aggree with what happened, I am sorry for the lives that were needlessly taken away, and we may never know what makes a certain individual "snap" while others are able to cope. Behind closed doors and across the street Lived a Korean family we never did meet Their son was a loner, quite and shy But never, not once, did I see the boy cry And all through school he sat from the rest I looked over one day; saw an “A” on his test The kids would all tease, throw things in his hair But never, not once, did I show him I cared His parents weren’t rich, they did what they could I think that they loved him, like good parents would They must have seen the path he was walking But never, not once, did they stop and start talking Now he lies dead on the Norris Hall floor Shot himself once when he came through the door Thirty one people are dead in his wake But never, not once, did he stop for their sake Found a gun in the dorm, was not hard to miss A letter he left quoting “You made me do this” I wish I had answers, and I now start to pace And never, not once, will I erase his young face If I just made them stop, back in grade school Told them they’re wrong and Seung was cool My choices now ripping, tearing my seams Because never, not once, will I wake from this dream