a kid i used to know is dead,
the poets say it was a suicide.
the kids from high school have come back to town, they are putting together a fundraiser.
my mother asked me if i was going,
i said no.
the truth is, i can\'t tell you honestly that he was a kid i used to know.
i didn\'t know him, all i knew is that he the best friend of the boy i was infatuated with.
he was a kid who used to bully me.
he was a kid who was apart of a group of boys who nearly drove me suicide.
he was a kid who worked at the local supermarket when we left high school.
i used to make sure i never took my cart to his register.
it feels like such a long time ago now
and i don\'t have the right to grieve someone like this,
but it remains a strange feeling when someone who made you want to leave the world
leaves the world themself.