Broken Bones

Location

Battle Ground, Washington
United States

I'm not sure but it seems to me
Too much hate, too little love, creates this tragedy
Just this year I heard about three young girls
Two took their lives
The third wishes she hadn't
But she survived

You never think of it
Until it happens to you
When your best friend attempts their life
It stops being a joke to you

Why do we let our lips throw knives and stones
When we know they burn
They cut and break our bones
We may think it's funny
Make someone else the subject of our joke
But when they're not there tomorrow
We'll realize the mistake we've made
Wish we could take back the words we've said

I swear it's become a trend
One that need to end
One that stops, one person at a time
Use kind words
Stand with those too weak to stand
Stand with those who need someone by their side
Smile when you look someone in the eye
Doing this might save a life

So why do we bully?
Why do we use words filled with hate?
Why do we hate those different than us
Just because they look, think, feel different than us?
Because in the end we're all still people
This makes us all equal
Our differences are what makes us better people

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