We live in a world where lives are taken everyday. 

Do we feel the need to play the role of the Creator?

We feel so much power behind that gun, that knife, that hand. But how do you feel afterwards? Taking the lives of innocent others? Does it reside in your conscience? Or do you bury it with the rest of your guilts and regrets? What has the world come to? 

We live in a world where not only adults are being buried, but so are their children. Somebody's niece. Somebody's daughter. Somebody's bestfriend. Gone. And to think, you were too much of a coward to even show your face. So this child, wo will never live to see her potential blossom, shall rest in peace with you as the last thing she sees in the world. Did you think about that? You're this child's last memory of life.

You, asserting your dominance, pointing the gun to her head. She begged and pleaded. You didn't even care to listen. In a matter of minutes, she confided in YOU more than her own closest friend. You knew everything about this little girl: her insecurities, her first kiss, and the time she fell off her bike. You knew ALL of that. She even told you she wanted to be a doctor. But you didn't care. That trigger finger was aching from anxiety. You knew everything about her and the guilt ate you alive. 

Time was wasting, your palms were sweating, and your mind was telling you to just leave now. But no, you were too afraid to face the consequences like a man with dignity.

BOOM! One to the head.

And at that moment, you witnessed someone's soul exit their body. Your identity remained a mystery, yet everyone knew of your heartless crime. I saw you come to her funeral. I watched as you placed those flowers on her grave. You didn't think that she was loved by so many did you?

Now, Mr. Big Shot, how do YOU feel? Look at her mother. You took her only baby from her. The life you took away is named "Miracle". You know why? Her mother was told that her baby wouldn't make it, but somehow she managed to survive. Now her mother blames herself, she should have loved her more, showed her how much she cared. You left a mother broken and alone. She slowly kills herself, the only thing to comfort her is a vodka bottle and pills. She wants to die. She wants to be reunited with her baby. 

Her father took it pretty hard also. He divorced his wife because he blames her for the death of their baby girl. They argue back and forth, trying to figure out who exactly is to blame. But I know it was you. He got fired from his job because he couldn't stay focused. Now there's an eviction notice plastered on their frontdoor for all to see. 

So now you feel the need to take your life? NOW you feel guilty? Why did you have to wait for an innocent life to be taken to feel regret? Why couldn't she stay alive? Her presence touched hearts, and now you see she has touched yours also.

Please, let our children live, do not take them off this earth. We cherish them. We love them. Keep a child alive.