Bullying Kills

The small boy ran home from school in the rain.

He wiped away the tears to hide the pain.

His sleeves were long to cover up the scars

Like a criminal stuck behind locked bars.

 

The happy emotion he played was fake.

His false smile slowly began to break.

He sat in his room alone in the dark

And grabbed a razor to make his last mark.

 

Tears ran down his face like blood down his arms.

He felt his razor was a good luck charm.

One of these days he will stop being teased

Because his soul will finally be seized.

 
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