Bullying: Strong Than The Help
There once was a girl who had a hard life.
One day she stood, holding a knife.
Afraid to go,she just stood in shock.
Then at her door, there came a knock.
The cops came in; they'd heard of her plan.
She dropped the weapon and cried to the man.
Later than week she went home and went back to school too.
The people stared like she was from the zoo.
She sat around and was called crazy.
She went home, made a bad choice; her vision now hazy.
There's no turning back, so she said goodbye.
She tossed and turned to face the sky.
It's their fault; they know why.
Now stop and think; make nobody cry.
Goodbye now, hello never.
She's gone. Forever.
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