The boy lays on the ground while the second stands over him
The first boy cries while the second laughs
The second boy is hurt
But is not crying
For his tears have dried up
The second boy is on the ground
The man standing over him
Belt in hand
Oh the irony
The first boy sits down
His friends crowd around
Concussion is found
Hit by a locker
And now is at the doctor
The first boy goes home
To a poor family
To a small house
To an unhappy life
To depression
To anger
To suicide
The first boy screams
But no one deems
It important
No matter how absorbent
The physical bandage
Can be banded
The second boy stays still
Clothes off
Bloody and beaten
Assessing his wounds
Just to go back
And beat the first boy some more
Oh the irony
The anger the first boy feels
All of those deals
Only to be let down
And told he was a clown
The first boy is sad
The crying never stops
While the second boy laughs
But hides the scars
Under his hoodie
While the first boy doesn’t
Oh the irony
The second boy runs
From what feels like a thousand guns
But in reality
In actuality
There is only one
And it isn’t a gun
The first boy’s life is over
He gave up
But his story will never be forgotten
Because in the sea of many
He wasn’t the only one
Bullying is wrong
But you must be strong
For behind every bully
There is trully
A troubled past
There's a kid in the corner
and he's eating alone.
You don't stop to say hey
he stays an unknown
The girl down the street
that gets teased everyday.
Your too fat, your too ugly
the bullies think its ok.
The "Nerd" in your class
thrown up against the wall
his 4th pair of glasses
shatter and fall.
You wanna stand up
you wanna be strong
but then they'll pick on you
you just wanna belong.
But what if standing up
is all someones needing
to change their future
to stop all the bleeding.
You say hello to the boy
who no longer eats alone
you learn his name
he's no longer an unknown
As friends you grow older
then as tragedy hits
he gives you a kidney
when yours fails and quits
That girl down the street
you go by one day
just to say "your beautiful"
then go on your way
Ten yrs later your married
to that beautiful bride
that girl once broken
is now filled with pride
The "nerd" in the hall
you help him to stand
he was near giving up
he had it all planned
now you've grown older
a pain in your chest
the Dr. he saves you
they say he's the best
That "nerd" giving up
found strength after all
you picked him up
when he was near his last fall
So remember to stand
when someone seems alone
because it might change their life
and even YOUR OWN!!!
They call her fat
She has a health condition
They call her a whore
She got raped
They call him ugly
He has a skin disease
They call her a freak
She wants to die
They call him an jerk
His dad beats him after school
They taunt her like she can't feel
She cuts herself every night
They go to school
Ignore the things people say
They go home
Wishing it would all just end
If you were wondering
They all committed suicide
Moral of poem
If you pick on someone think about this what you say has an effect on the people you say it to.
What is a weapon that can't be seen or held but cuts deep?...
It's words.
Words we speak can not be seen...
But they can still be heard and held, they can go deeper then any physical harm...
They hurt more...
Don't laugh at the words that verbal abuse hurts the heart more then anything else,more then any knife or physical weapon.
Words twist and tear, they worm their way in.
Your mind will be poisoned and even your soul will hurt, will feel tainted.
You can forget a slap or a punch...
But you can't forget what was said in anger and cruelty, that buried itself deep and settles in, unwilling to ease, not wanting to leave.
So think before you speak.
Remember to treat others as you would want to be treated.
Don't be a bully.
Be the voice that helps and guides not voice that hurts and devides.