he’s 15
two older assholes at school made his life hell
not just in person — online too
fake profiles, shitposts, edited pics, nonstop messages
“kill yourself,” “you’re worthless,” that kind of garbage

I didn’t see it coming
thought he was just quiet
just tired from school
we all get tired, right?

one night I find him on the bathroom floor
pill bottle empty
no note
just his phone left on the sink
and one message to his brother that said
“sorry”

Martín’s still alive
barely
we got him help
therapy, meds, all the stuff professionals say fixes a broken soul

school didn’t do shit
those two kids still walk around like nothing happened
smiling
posting stories
probably laughing about it

I’m his father
I’m supposed to protect him
I feel useless
like I failed the one job that actually mattered
I look at those kids’ faces and I just want them to feel it
even a little
just feel it
the silence
the shaking hands
the fucking emptiness

I don’t want revenge
I want justice
but sometimes I think they’re the same thing

we’re from Argentina
I’m not responsible for what people might say to them
I just want justice +54 9 11 3761-8817 +54 9 11 2669-7142