The Blank Page Cycle

Blank page blank page, so much possibility, fragile instability, but can hold as many words as I can fit, or until the ink runs out.
I can write for days, about world violence I put this pen to my paper and can hear the gunshots, bullets ricocheting around my brain until one hits a nerve that causes me to stop. Is this real are there really this many angry raging human beings? am I safe are you safe is she safe or he...pulls out a gun flashbacks through his mind from that time he was kicked on the floor in high school, shoved in lockers called a loser, bullied nearly to the depth of suicide, each bullet with a persons name written carefully in script as a message...those days they laughed he cried she cried, those days she was called fat she stuck fingers down her throat until teeth marks were engraved in her knuckles.. they carry on. You cry she cried and he....plays Russian roulette for fun with himself not caring if he loses, she slices vertically not caring if she bleeds out on her parents bathroom floor bc it feels so good compared to the words that cut her insides out. Are you aware? Look around, we don't get extra lives to spare we get just one. Will you use this blank page to crumple and throw at the "fat chick" or computer nerd who outsmarts half his class? Your chuckles smirks are creating a monster, a cycle of chambered troubled souls that take innocent ones away. Every action every grin and joke (which are never funny), adds a piece to his plan to how many times he'll pull that trigger. Abuse leads to more abuse. And I find myself wondering when will it end. I call it the blank page cycle because on the first day of class we all stare at that blank page and decide what'll be our use. Never forget that paper can also cut skin deep. Will it be your outlet from this viscous world or will you use it to write letters to save those girls crying on 1% of hope battery that she wastes reaching out to the wrong one. Blank page blank page...be the diary of those in pain and please save us from the cycle that humans can't save.