There he goes.
Chaos.
Spreading hate,
Killing souls,
Making kids wanna die.
Telling kids they're ugly,
Stupid,
Fat and imperfect.
So they take a blade.
They fight the pain.
Using the blood to make them feel better.
The keep a rope,
Gun,
Bottle of pills in close reach.
They're tired,
Done,
They just want the pain to stop.
So they pick up a pen,
And grab a sheet of paper,
And start writing goodbye...
But the light shines in their eyes.
A spark of hope,
A spark of life.
Something needed in this world.
In a world full of hate,
We need children made of love.
Stop.
Put down the blade,
Throw out your note,
And start a new one.
One for your bully,
Tormentor,
The owner of your hell.
Tell them they're loved,
Useful,
Needed.
Let them know that someone sees through they're bad ass attitude,
Smart remarks,
And bitchy ways.
Let them know they are not the only ones broken.
Unite.
United we stand.
United we fight.
United we win.
Stop bullying now. Fight the statistics. Unite. Be strong. Save a life and reach out to the broken. Show others they are not alone. End the cruel cycle. The hate stops here.
