I know this platform or whatever this is, is for teens and i know I shouldn’t be here.
But I can’t sit here while I’m holding my son’s phone and reading the filth that is being sent to him now. It has barely been 3 fucking days since my son passed away and this is what is happening.
I didn’t know this account. I had an idea, but I didn’t know fully. I didn’t know any of you. I didn’t know my son had this whole world here that he called friends when I used to ask him who he was talking to.
I’m going through everything and I can’t stop crying. I’m seeing him joke, talk, try to make friends, try to belong somewhere. All of you here were good to him. You talked to him like he mattered. You joked with him. You didn’t make him feel alone.
I didn’t even know.I keep thinking about how happy he looked recently. I did not understand it at the time.
Now I am sitting here reading all of this and it is hitting me that maybe this place, these conversations, you people gave him something I did not even realize he needed that badly. That thought is destroying me.
Because he tried so hard. You kids have no idea how much it fucks me up as a father knowing my son needed just this to be happy. A bunch of strangers online. That’s it.
I can see it now. Every post, every reply, he was trying to hold on, trying to be okay, trying to just be a kid for once. After everything life already did to him, he was still trying.
He looked so happy. I did not know why. I wish I knew. But then I open his DMs now after everything and I feel sick. Some of you are sending disgusting, vile messages. Not just to him but about him and about us. What the fuck is wrong with you? Have some fucking shame. He is not here and this is what you choose to do?
You fucking bastards. He was just a kid. He is dead. What the fuck did he ever do to any of you ?
I am sitting here already broken going through my son’s phone just trying to feel close to him in some way that i can and I have to read that filth too. Do you have any idea what that does to a parent or are you really that fucking empty?
Leave him alone. Stop messaging and stop saying that shit. There is something seriously wrong with you if this is how you act. Is this how you were raised?
I cannot even describe what it feels like to scroll through his posts, see him laughing with you, see him being happy and then switch over to messages like that. It does not make any sense to me.
I did not know my son was like this. I did not know he had this side, this life, this need to reach out. I am sitting here trying to understand him through a screen because I did not understand enough when he was here and I wish I did
I keep going back to his last night. He was so happy and so close to his mother and me. As if he did not want to let go of anything. I would get up just to maybe get water and he would hold my sleeve, saying sit with me. That was the last thing I remember before I said goodnight to him, folded his prayer mat and turned off his lights. I shouldn't have. I should have held him more. I keep replaying it in my head and I do not know what to do with it.
I am here wondering if this place, these people, was part of that happiness.
If you were kind to him, may Allah reward you. Thank you for that. I can’t thank you enough but i hope you kids understand
And if you are one of those fuckers who are sending that disgusting shit, just stop and get a life.