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Author: GawjuzDudette
Fiction Rated: T - English - Poetry/Tragedy - Reviews: 1 - Published: 09-23-07 - Updated: 09-23-07 - Complete - id:2418344

Made fun of all my life

Now its time to say good-bye

How do you like me now?

With this trigger between your eyes

You thought it was funny

When you took my lunch money

Or when you called me fat

Made me cry home to my dad

I cry myself to sleep at night

Wondering if I should die tonight

Hating people all my life

Now its time to say good-bye

Loving myself

When I’m by myself

Why should I die?

When you can?

Remember that time

You wouldn’t leave me alone

Followed me home

Harassing my every move

How many times I wanted to die

Because of your ‘funny’ jokes

Classic is funny

Mean is cruelty

Now who’s crying?

Who’s the one begging?

Whining for their mommy?

I’m in control now

What was that?

You promise to never bother me again?

Too late

The damage is already done

Just because I’m different

Doesn’t mean it’s wrong

Mind your own business!

This is me, leave me alone!

You still want your mommy?

Well that’s just too bad

You hate me so damn much

I’ll kill you instead

Your offer to never hurt me again

Still remains?

Too late bastard

BANG!

Blood covers the walls

Splattered everywhere

The bastard who hurt me

One of the many

Dead because of me

The entire school at my command

Terrified where I stand

People screaming, crying if they can

What have I done?

Still so much hatred

The pleasure to finally see them in despair

Instead of me for once...

The power in my hand

My last pleasure

My last fate

Should I kill them all?

Nah, I’ve fulfilled my hate

Ill be ruined all my life

Prison sentence I imagine

All I’d have to do is pull the trigger

It grows closer to my eyes

That horrid metal taste

I’m sorry mom

I’m sorry dad

BANG!

Two children dead

Teen years I’d say

Same story…

Never ends

Just because people are different, doesn’t mean that gives you the right to pick on them. It hurts more than you know. Calling people names, pushing them around, beating them up, laughing at them to be mean, you may think "well that's their problem, they've done this, this and this" but you know what? Who cares what you think! Who cares what they've done! What have they done that gives you the right to harass them and be mean to them? When a jock is being mean to someone just because they think they can, you don’t pick on them for that now, do you? But when a girl who looks different, talks different and takes home boat loads of books, you pick on her for that! Why? Does it make you feel better to make someone else miserable? Or do you want to cover up how much of a jerk you are so you pick on the innocent for your own gain? Well, if you’re that selfish then think of this. Teasing, bullying, and hazing are the true causes of school shootings. And when that kid who has been humiliated several times by you and your friends, and made completely miserable and uncomfortable by you, when they have that gun, who do you think they're going after? And Who, What, and How could have been prevented that? And yes, it can happen to you.

Honestly, if a group of gangsters came in our school with a gun, I would be less terrified, than if a kid who I know who has been picked on and harassed all their lives, got hold of a gun.

Think about it...



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