A bully is someone who hurts another.
A bully is someone with no care for a cutter.
A bully is someone once hurt before, shamed in to pain, to forget their own.
A bully is someone, who is feared by their friends.
A groupies pack, different from wolves.
A bully is a person, who lives alone, they hide behind allies of taunt, to watch who gets caught.
A bully is a thing, that lives in the soul.
It blackens the heart, raw to the bone.
It lurks in the shadows, taking it's victims.
It laughs at the people, born slightly different.
A bully is something, soon learned ignored, once it's goes unnoticed, it only wants more.
It begs for attention, does anything to please, the blackened soul, squeezed dry from disease.
A bully is someone that needs to be saved, they might not know it, but it's the only way to live.
They scream for help in the strangest ways.
While the darkness eats away at their boring, depressing days.
A/N: Be kind to others please!! And don't give into the disease that is the "Bully"
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A Group of Nonsense
PoetryYou know when you feel like you just want to organize? Well I decided to do just that! Besides the one's that are important and need to stand on there own, I'm putting most of my already published poems into this one. Sadly, all the lovely comments...
