You were blind,

So loyal to your friends that you never saw it.

They were terrible,

So relentless upon him that it finally went too far.

I was there,

But so preoccupied with my own, petty problems.

My issues were insignificant,

So petty, against the unjustified fury he faced.

He was never strong enough,

Even so strong a rock will crumble with time.

And you.

Your friends did this.

You never saw it,

Not until it was too late.

Maybe,

for someone else's torment

you will finally

See what you have done.

They say,

The only thing necessary

for the triumph of evil

is for good men

to do nothing.

Maybe next time you will do something.