youth


who's to blame for the lives that tragedies claim
no matter what you say
it don't take away the pain


Tears streamed down Theresa's cheeks as she and Atlanta clung to each other, their boys huddled close around them. Atlanta reached out blindly, grabbing Odie's hand, squeezing hard, as the body bags were rolled out of the school. Jay sat on the curb, eyes closing as he leaned back against Theresa's legs. Archie wrapped his hands around her shoulders, face buried in her hair as he shakily breathed her in. Herry slung his arms over Odie and Neil, the blond looking as lost as Herry felt. He could feel Odie trembling under his hand. Or was it his hand that was trembling? He wasn't sure anymore.

Jay cursed quietly as he pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes. They were heroes, prophesied to save the world from a renegade Titan. And they couldn't even stop their own classmates from killing each other. Killing themselves. Theresa bit her lip as she turned into Archie. Everyday they risked their own lives so that the world could continue. But...was it even worth saving?


we are, we are

youth of a nation