As I lay here pondering life and death, a name comes to mind.
Jeffrey. A special name I have come to not only know, but to sympathize.
Jeffrey was a boy who was misunderstood and overcontrolled.
Jeffrey had some strange preferences, and Jeffrey had no one to listen to him talk about them.
Jeffrey needed help. For Jeffrey, help never came.
Jeffrey went through life in a nightmare.
Jeffrey made some choices that made people hate him.
People were happy when Jeffrey was killed.
People laughed and spat at Jeffrey's name.
The truth, though, in fact, is that Jeffrey was denied what he needed.
Jeffrey was a casualty of human society.
Jeffrey Dahmer needed help. He was met with death. What have we created?