Some day people will realize just how prescious life is theres no coming back from death; and the hardest thing to deal with is losing someone so young who has yet to reach their full potenial . Bullets play "God" through the hands of mortal beings consumed in hatred, jealousy, and, greed. I remember when words were enough of a battle now we resort to fighting and the coward of a man's pride hands him a gun that takes away a mothers child before she is even able to release him from her bosom "No parent should have to bury their child" that not the way it Suppose to be we are not to play "God" we are his children. We are all trying to survive in the same world.
I've lost so many people close to me before even reaching the age of 21. It hurts to watch people disappear and the face of those left behind shed tears in their memory. I will not cry at any more Funerals not for the lack of remorse but because tears wont stop ignorance from snatching the breath out of my loved ones .