You give him bad looks
You shove him aside in the halls
You slam from his hands the books
You make him want to hide in the walls.

I see how you treat him
I know that by helping things will get worse, this times two.
I don't know how to help the boy win
I am not sure what to do

He looks like a sad beaten kitty
He seems depressed all the time
He probably thinks others attempts to help is just pity.
He looks like he is getting close to his breaking line.

Someone really likes this boy
Someone wants to get him help
Someone doesn't understand why you treat him like a toy
Someone tries to shout, but the pleas turned into a yelp.

When I come to school, for him I always look
When I find his face, I gave a smile he never saw
When I didn't see him today the world around me shook.
When I found out his life was gone I knew your last words to him-the final straw.