I walk through the halls everyday and school,
as kids continually knock the books out of my hands, and try to trip me.
As I walk home from the bus stop everyday the kids throw rocks at me and laugh as I run away with tears streaming down my face.
I ask myself, "What is the point of living?"
I go home one night to find my dad's gun, under his bed.
I pull it out and put it in my mouth.
All of a sudden the bull walks in
He saw me with the gun in my mouth and felt ashamed
And never again was I bullied
Never again was I pushed around and tripped in the hallway
And never again will I think about pulling that trigger.