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Shots fired
School shot down
Repeat school shot down
17 people dead
Who you ask 
Who would do something like this....
 
A kid
Bullied young
Bullied old
With a Broken heart, Crying, dead inside 
Cares less about life
And less about others
 
Why 
Why so many innocent lives lost 
Why would someone do this?
Killed because he thought it will make him feel better
Bullied by others,
For how he looks and feels 
Bullied, for what he believes in 
Making him think he is worth less  
Making him feel like a old couch dumped into the garbage
Never to be used again
Making him feel bad, real bad,
 
That's not right  Why push a person that is already down
Why dig them a grave
And force them in
Why punch them with your words
And make them feel less important
 
Why?
Why do we do these things to each other 
Why not support each other 
Why not lift them off the floor with your gratitude towards them
Why not find the person who is torturing them and stop them
They have no right to do these things
They just want attention, to look cool
They can’t be helped
 
Right…?
No…wrong
That's where we mess up as mankind
We don’t know other’s stories... 
We don’t know what happens in their lives... 
The bully comes home every day to see no food in his fridge 
To see no father at home
To see his mother crying
To see his life falling apart in his bare hands
Dieing inside 
Not knowing what to do 
Not knowing who to go to 
Not knowing how to make himself feel better 
Trying to climb out of a pit 
Deep as his sadness
Driving him crazy
What should he do?
 
He is only human 
He has to put out the fire in his heart, somehow, 
Kicking around that weak little kid
Like a old rusty can, just to make himself feel better
That kid sits in the back of the class just because he is scared 
Scared for his life
Waiting to be attacked 
By him
The person with no food at home
The person that is dieing inside
 
That poor little kid is 
Scared that he’s gonna lose it 
Dangling off a rope with one last thread 
Waiting till he comes 
Waiting till the bully comes with his scissors made of sadness and hatred  
Just when the little kid thought he can just about climb out 
He comes 
And cuts it
And the rusty can falls,falls to a bottomless pit of
Sadness and anger
And pops like a balloon 
His anger at its peak   
Crying, heart broken, dead inside
Nothing to turn to
Done with life
 
Two weeks later…
Shots fired
School shot down
17 people dead
Who you ask 
Who would do something like this...
 
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