Bully, the Murderer

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This is dedicated to everyone who is bullied. I promise, this is a preview, so the next chapters are not written as poetry. Please vote for all who are bullied.

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Her smile is impure,

Her laughter so fake,

Her heart is aching,

But who really notices, anyway?

Inside she's in turmoil,

Her eyes bleeding unshed tears,

She's stuck inside her mind,

But who really cares?

In private she cries,

Hurting herself little by little.

Sooner or later, someone is bound to see.

She etches her pain into her skin,

Leaving her emotions for all to view.

I don't know why she does it,

I've never felt the way she does.

I want to give her help,

But I'm afraid she'll push away.

Why do we bully?

Why do we hate?

It doesn't really help you, in any case.

I know you won't listen,

You've heard the story many times before,

But please try and pay attention,

And hear the story once more.

Your words cut more deeply than you know,

Your laughter sharper than a knife.

You're a murderer, you know,

Killing her without a price.

She's my friend,

Someone special.

She has a

Family,

Life,

Church,

Legacy.

Next time you make fun of somebody,

Take it to heart,

Because every once in a while,

You'll be found playing the murderer part.

When she cracks, one day,

And her death is proclaimed a suicide,

I'll tell them all they are wrong,

It was a murder.

I have evidence,

Words,

First-hand witness.

'Cause I was there,

When you brought her to her knees,

And put the knife in her heart.

Don't forget it, bully,

Because I know just who you are,

And you're killing someone who deserves to live,

Whether you know it or not.