They'll Say

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

The brain matter on his sheets from another day gone.

Another day spent picking his way through the briar patch.

Another day of the thorns tearing at his skin and the words tearing at his heart.

Another day of the taunts and calls down the prison's halls while the wardens sit and stare and nobody cares because nobody has the guts to push out in front of everyone and say, "Hey, let's stop."

To take his hand and make a stand against everyone, against all odds because he needs to be loved.

It's too late now to wish you had.

To wish you could have stopped the madness.

To wish you could have stopped the terrible twisted teasing he had to endure.

The terrible twisted teasing too many tough through day after day.

What's the matter?

The matter is you.

The matter is them.

The matter is he was mine and your's and ours' and I'll never let go; you did though.

You let go of his hand when they came for him.

You let them take him, so you're just as bad as them.

Now look at him.

So young... Beautiful.... Broken..... Gone......

All because you didn't hold him when he needed you most.

What's the matter?

This is it.

What's the matter?

Ask the victims. 

They'll say.