Why does everyone have to worry, about how she looks,
And why call her a nerd, when shes just reading books.
Why do they love to put her in pain,
And make her feel like she's tied with a chain.
Why make her cry, and feel left out,
Why make her scream, why make her shout.
Yes she's breathing, and yes she's alive,
You make her feel like, she can never thrive.
Because she's breathing, you think "why not have a little fun"
But after you're little game, everything is done.
She took her life, and you didn't care,
You just stood there, with an unbelievable stare.
It's your fault, that she's now gone,
When she took her life, you think you've won.
This wasn't a game, of win, or lose,
Thanks to you, she left with a bruise.
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Poems For The Sad Soul
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