A fictional poem that paints a painful reality of the problem of suicide and bullying. I Stand for Radical Acceptance.

charlottesville winter

It’s not your problem.
You’re not responsible.
It’s not your fault.
You’re not liable.

my son is dead.

Everyone makes their own choices of action.

It is not systemic.
There is no pattern.

my son is dead.

he never told me about the constant messages of hate.
he never told me how alone he must have felt.
he never told me how i could help.

where did my happy little boy go?
where is the man he was supposed to become?

my son is dead.

and, the rest is deafening silence.

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