Sometimes I want to die.
When I listen to the news and hear that
some psycho shot up an elementary school
I literally want to die.
Despite all those I love and way the sky makes me stop
it’s not right I do not want to be here
in this world in this place where people massacre children.
I know these terrible things happen in other countries:
women are raped as acts of war and
children are conscripted to do the killing,
but this so near
a possible fate
I cannot imagine losing a child to the song of a gun.
I would break. I ache now for those men and women
who are going home tonight to
quiet quiet houses and no cartoons after dinner.
My heart hurts I don’t want to work
I don’t want to smile and serve pizza and
tolerate the lonely guys who just go there to flirt.
I only want to cry.