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.