It’s not just what he did but what he didn’t do-
He didn’t deserve all the things he went through,
But he didn’t complain and he didn’t say boo
And he didn’t fight back all those years of abuse.
He didn’t strike back every time he got hit,
He didn’t speak up or even ever talk about it.
He didn’t appear to give much of a shit,
He even lied just to hide all the bad things that they did,
Until one time he did speak up and he spoke loud and clear
In front of the bullies at school that he feared.
When he stood with a knife his classmates didn’t care
Until he took his own life then they sort of just stared.
He never spoke up or fought back, he had nothing to say;
He was quiet until his blood spoke loudly that day.