Victoms of Bullying
Teachers watch from a far,
Students continue the cruel game,
Who can make them break first?
Harsh words batter there minds,
But refusing to show any signs.
Each day, getting pushed closer to the edge,
No body knows the thoughts going through there heads.
Suicide for some,
Revenge for others.
Loading the gun, planning to finish the game.
The day starts as any other,
But for only a short while.
Bullys continue like yesterday,
Today they'll make them see,
the pain thats been raging inside.
Rounds are fired,
people are injured and people are killed.
Pushed to far past the brink,
But no body knows what to think.
Bullys shot down, as well as many others.
Looking around, chaos every where,
Bodies litter the ground,
Blood floods the halls,
Putting the gun to there head,
The last body falls.
They say the victoms are those who were shot,
But in reality, its those tormented by others,
To the point of taking there lives, as well as others.