Frustrated by Your Apathy

Another one gone,

How Many has that been?

Another name on the reaper's list.

It's a feeling that we're use to.

A thing no 17 year old should be use to,

To be so aware of the world around us,

To be numb to that shock; That pain.

Even the morbidly curious have lost interest.

A town so very use to the idea of a teen's death,

That they don't even blink.

So another one come and gone, they say,

At least this one wasn't suicide.