That Poor Kid

Author's Note:
Trigger warning: this story contains mentions of suicide and intense bullying. Read at your own risk.

He wasn't ready, he didn't know
About the bullies at school. He didn't
Know he was s'posed to look cool.
He had a rag-tag style and some
Poor kid shoes. When those kids started laughing at him he didn't
Know what to do.  He tried keepin
Quiet and keepin to himself, but every Time he tried they would give him
Hell. This poor kid didn't know being Invisible didn't work. You see, he tried to Blend in, but there was always that one Quirk. They knew it was him and they
Hit him where it hurt. So the poor kid Tried something else. He didn't know snitches got stitches got stitches,
He didn't know what happened before They ended up in ditches.  This poor kid Didn't know how to fight, so when they Started throwing punches he started to Cry.   Every kick and every slap, sent that poor kid stumbling back. This poor kid was trying everything in the Book.
A few months passed by and he learned To throw a left hook .  Those poor bullies never saw it coming. It happened So fast, they couldn't start running. That Poor kid they never left alone,
Turned out harded than any Stalone.
Those bullies finally let him be,
But something was missing-Why wasn't He free. The bullies off his back gave Him some time to think. That poor kid Never had a friend, and it pushed him To the brink. Nobody cared whether he Lived or died. He was a waste of space, Another passerby. Little did he know That those words were lies. That poor Kid had brothers and sisters - whose Love for him went as high as the skies. He had no idea the family he was Leaving behind. He didn't understand The sadness, the hurt and the pain they Would feel if he pulled that trigger and Made those words real. Are you ready For this? And here's the twist. These Words, their pain, this story never has To exist. Dont be a snob if you have Money or a fancy cool job. No, you Aren't cool until you help that poor kid At school. We all know them, we see Them all the time. Be a light, and be a Step up. Go help that poor kid battle Those bullies, and make his life less Rough.

Author's Note:
To those poor kids who had/have to deal with the same thing I did in school:
You're not a victim, but a survivor. You matter, and people love you. No matter how difficult it seems, it will be worth it to wait it out and see how much stronger you've become. Life has a funny way of breaking people to build them up. Stay strong!