The Fallen


Broken and brutally beat

not with hands but verbal speech

Stupid, ugly and fat are a few

Poor, lame and dork are nothing new


Lonely and hurt with noone to turn to

not even your parents know what you go through

Try as you must to put on a good face

no inch of happiness could mask the disgrace


As your bully stands in front of you

you question "what if everything was turned on you?"

Finally defeated with nothing left

your slammed to the ground

forced to take your last breathe

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