I can see him from here, sitting on his bed.
Nobody can imagine the things going through his head.
"Is it because I called her a beast?"
"Is it because I thought of her least?"
He sits there, looking all around.
All of his thoughts tangled and bound.
I can also see another soul.
Eyes as big as an innocent foal.
"Was I the one that brought her life to an end?"
"Was I the one that made her lose all of those friends?"
And all because bullying is some sort of trend,
I am now left lifeless, my afterlife yet to pend.
