Why, Bully?

Why bully him?

Is it for the feeling of being tough?

Or maybe your life's even a little rough

Think about the things you say,

Think about the things you do.

How would you feel if someone picked on you?

He's dying inside,

Because of the things you said.

Now he feels that he'll be better off dead.

But you still don't understand,

The pain you cause.

Making him even more aware of his flaws.

His depression sinking deeper, 

His eyes become wet.

Yet you still have no regrets.

Now he's gone,

His blood on your hands.

He left a note saying, "Please mom and dad, don't be sad."

You finally realize what you've done, 

Your actions and your words murdered him.

And now you feel grim.

So why, bully?

Why would you bully?

Why?