Love wasn’t enough to save you.
This world exploded faster than a trigger,
my mind becoming paralyzed, desensitized,
attempting to wrap itself around the culprits of our demise.
You were only sixteen.
Sixteen candles illuminating a bright future that will never know
the sound of your voice or the love in your heart.
Sixteen brilliant ideas capable of changing the world,
that now lie lifeless on the ground,
destroyed before they saw the daybreak of a better tomorrow.
Sixteen nails hammering themselves through
broken hopes, dreams, and possibilities,
into a dark, hard place not invited by will.
Why does our world look like this?
Why instead of love we preach hate,
instead of building trust we build walls,
swallowing pills instead of mistakes,
digging graves instead of deeper into ourselves,
instead of loyalty we
Why are we so broken
and continue to stay broken
breaking our children over our own pride,
teaching them to break each other more every day
teaching them that words don’t matter,
actions don’t matter,
human life doesn’t matter.
Your ideas matter.
Your soul matters.
Your song matters,
and until we learn to sing together or we will stay singing hymns
that come too soon,
praying for the day love will save us too.