Words Hurt

You should know, bullying hurts.
It starts with one word, one word you blurt.
Fat, ugly, worthless. These are the words they hear.
Did you know you're their biggest fear?

Day by day you torment them;
it takes so long for their hearts to mend.
All they ask for is one true friend,
but you make them want their lives to end.

Every day they wake up with regret;
all they want to do is forget.
It's not just hitting and punching; it's the words you say.
They hurt so much, they want to fade away.

This is when enough is enough;
they're sick of playing strong, sick of playing tough.
But they know they can make it through.
You may not have known, but they always knew.

They put on a fake smile and pretend they're okay;
they believe they can make it all the way.
Of course your words still offend,
but they have been pieced back together again.

Someone leaves the crowd and lends them a hand;
they learn that it's time to stand.
Their smile is no longer fake,
now they have no reason to ache.

You see, all they ever needed was a friend,
someone to stand by them when the bullying came again.
Now they are free,
the insults barely sting, don't you see?

The bully is never wanted, unless wanted to leave.
The person you bullied now has no need for long sleeves.
Your work here is done, not that it should have started.
Now who's the one who feels broken-hearted?

Bullying gave you power that they refused to give.
You can't help but wonder "what if?"
What if they didn't get so strong?
What if they were crumbled all along?

What you don't think of is what could have been.
What if they pulled the razor to their skin?
What if you pushed them too far,
to where they tied a rope around their collar.

What if they wrote down all the secrets they had to spill,
right before taking an overdose on the pills?
You don't know what could have been done;
you were doing it all for fun.

You think they're losers, but they're stronger than you.
Have you seen what they've been through?
With your words you gave a black eye.
They are leaving, Bully, so say your goodbye.

But one more thing before you go.
Did you enjoy my little show?
Remember, words can hurt more than the punch,
Believe me now? Cause this was just a hunch.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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