The Bully
By FallenAngel
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He didn't leave no note as there was no one to give it to
He wondered who would miss him, probably very few.
No one cared they always laughed and pulled his hair
They always called him names as they gave him a hateful glare.
He didn't feel guilt or regret as he placed the noose around his neck
What is to be said? His soul was a pitiful bleeding wreck
He didn't offer up a silent prayer
But he did feel relief as he stepped off the chair
He blacked out as the rope and his weight together broke his spine
They would all regret their actions in given time.
He was the last person she thought of before she took the pills
She also thought of the day they ran through the grassy hills.
He was her best friend and she loved him so
Why did he have to go?
She wondered why she didn't see his pain
And what thoughts were going on inside his brain.
She felt the pills take hold and she began to fade away
It didn't sadden her that she wouldn't see another day
She just wanted to be with him again
To her everything was so clear and plain.
They were two of his best friends from when he was a kid
He knows everything about them except why they did what they did.
No matter how hard he thinks he just can't understand
And all the while he sits with a gun in his hand.
Without his friends he's so lost and alone
And he places the gun to his head with a lonely groan.
No one will understand his actions today
But without them his life seems so bleak and grey
He wants to be with his friends and only sees one way
With that thought he pulls the trigger and blows his brains away.
When he heard the news he couldn't believe his ears
And now he sits waiting for the news to clear
All his mindless teasing was just a joke
And now all he can think of was how his neck may have sounded when it broke.
He didn't know things would end this way
All he wanted now was to go back and change that fateful day
He was the only one to blame
And now he walks the corridors with his head bowed in shame
The bully has become the outcast and repents now three are dead
His soul is now forever stained dark red.
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At first, I didn't think I
At first, I didn't think I was going to like this, but I really do. It has an almost hypnotic rhythm, and I like the progression of ideas which come back to the bully who ends up the outcast. I think this would make a good performance piece.
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