Shots firedSchool shot downRepeat school shot down17 people deadWho you ask Who would do something like this.... A kidBullied youngBullied oldWith a Broken heart, Crying, dead inside Cares less about lifeAnd less about others Why Why so many innocent lives lost Why would someone do this?Killed because he thought it will make him feel betterBullied by others,For how he looks and feels Bullied, for what he believes in Making him think he is worth less  Making him feel like a old couch dumped into the garbageNever to be used againMaking him feel bad, real bad, That's not right  Why push a person that is already downWhy dig them a graveAnd force them inWhy punch them with your wordsAnd make them feel less important Why?Why do we do these things to each other Why not support each other Why not lift them off the floor with your gratitude towards themWhy not find the person who is torturing them and stop themThey have no right to do these thingsThey just want attention, to look coolThey can’t be helped Right…?No…wrongThat's where we mess up as mankindWe don’t know other’s stories... We don’t know what happens in their lives... The bully comes home every day to see no food in his fridge To see no father at homeTo see his mother cryingTo see his life falling apart in his bare handsDieing inside Not knowing what to do Not knowing who to go to Not knowing how to make himself feel better Trying to climb out of a pit Deep as his sadnessDriving him crazyWhat should he do? He is only human He has to put out the fire in his heart, somehow, Kicking around that weak little kidLike a old rusty can, just to make himself feel betterThat kid sits in the back of the class just because he is scared Scared for his lifeWaiting to be attacked By himThe person with no food at homeThe person that is dieing inside That poor little kid is Scared that he’s gonna lose it Dangling off a rope with one last thread Waiting till he comes Waiting till the bully comes with his scissors made of sadness and hatred  Just when the little kid thought he can just about climb out He comes And cuts itAnd the rusty can falls,falls to a bottomless pit ofSadness and angerAnd pops like a balloon His anger at its peak   Crying, heart broken, dead insideNothing to turn toDone with life Two weeks later…Shots firedSchool shot down17 people deadWho you ask Who would do something like this...