I don't think little Tommy knows what the fuck he's talking about

I cant help but wonder if he thinks about me as often as I do him,
but now that I think about it,
I could have been just another girl.

Just another girl on an ordinary night,
just one of the many who have come his way,
and lord knows that they regret it,

We live in a world where a little girl can't be left alone at the park,
and isn't that a damn shame?
Isn't that disgusting?

Our society makes jokes,
our society laughs,
but did Tumblr or Facebook ever get held down and stabbed and told to shut the fuck up?

You know what they say,"Kids can be cruel,"
but why in the fuck is that an excuse?
Because I don't think little Tommy knows what the fuck he's talking about.

Was he hurt from the inside out?
Was he held down?
Did anybody ever make him bleed?

Did anybody ever tell him that he deserved it?
Did anybody ever make him hate his own reflection?
Did he ever hold the hand full of pills in his mouth,too afraid to actually do the deed?

I didn't fucking think so,
so who is he to to make a joke?
Who is he to tell me to get over it?

Who are you to tell me what to be okay with?
I am a human.
I can be damaged god damn it,it's my right.

So thankyou, Jordan, for taking from me what I can never get back,
and thankyou, other guy, who made me re-live my worst memory a couple years later,
and thankyou, kids at school, who to this day still make me feel guilty for being upset,

but I've run out of patience,
and quite frankly I have no reason to please any of you,
so instead of reading my shitty thoughts,

Make a difference.
Take a minute to make sure your kids know that taking advantage of people isn't okay,
because the more people who use others,

Well,
the more psychos like me that wonder the streets,
and Believe Me,

What goes around comes around,
that is for sure,
So until then I am damaged, but I will be restored to my original state of child-like peace one day.