I Cry

I cry for a College Campus that had to endure such a senseless tradegy this week.

I cry for all the victims and their families.

I cry for the family of the young gunman who will never be included as victims in this tragedy and will never be able to talk or share their story. They are the forgotten victims in this.

I cry for all the people who were forced to relive their similar tragedies over the past week. Time heals nothing, and I know that all these people were reliving it all over again as if it was happening to them at that moment.

I cry for the gunman. Yes, I cry for him and the turmoil he must have lived inside his brain. He was someone who was unable to get the help that he so desperately needed.

I cry for all the other people who live with a mental illness and the lack of understanding that people have for them. It's so easy to think of them as strange and weird, rather than people who have an illness. Why is it intolerable to make fun of people with a physical disability and yet OK to laugh and make fun of someone with a mental or emotional disability?

I cry for all the people who feel alone and isolated.

I cry every day for a boy who leaves the safety of this house, only to have to go out into a world that misunderstands him, makes fun of him, or treats him like he is invisable. He must try to exist in a world that doesn't see the hidden disorder that makes relating to others very difficult ... and it causes him a lot of anxiety.

I cry every night for him.

He cries too.