Where Were You

He looked at me with begging eyes, Hiding in his own world. All knew his looks, But none knew him. No one realized who he was. Alone, desperate. Then one day, Everyone closed in on him Their daggers pointing At the only feeling he had: Sorrow. He let out a sob One small sob that told them everything They walked away. But they never ceased to push and shove him Dislocating his heart and putting sorrow to his words. They never realized What they were doing Until it was too late. He put a sword to his heart and said, "I love you, mom and dad, but now it's time for me to go." Stabbing his heart, He cried. He lay there, his cold and still body radiating sorrow The others never glanced, But I looked at him. I carried him out, Not understanding why others would do this. When we held a funeral, Some said he was kind and so I asked, "Where were you when he needed you?"