
A collection of poetry bordering on depressing. Rated T for brief description of suicide. Please lend me your thoughts.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 6 - Words: 886 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 12-03-12 - Published: 02-02-12 - Status: Complete - id: 2993979
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Down the hall, slowly walk
I hear them talk and talk and talk
Subject matter: me
Kid is walking down the hall
And he falls and the fall
Some foot in the way
Slowly now a body swings
And wet now, cheap clothing clings
Cut up in a bath
Sadly now a school does mourn
Empty now, desks forlorn
Pro bono, two in one
But hate goes on
Oh! Hate lives on
Burning there to see
The words that sallied forth, you'll find
Returned the anger, not in kind
"Oh, if you say a word tonight
Let it be a kind one
And if you need a friend tonight
Look and you might find one"
"It took two children's blood and life
To open us, to see the dark
To see that our school is rife
With bullying disease"
End of story, now I write
But keep on, keep on the fight!
Lest evil win again tonight
A/N- Special thanks to the family of Rachel Scott for spreading her message of acceptance. This is fictional poetry however! It represents an event that is all too common in public schools. If you're from a foreign country or otherwise haven't heard of Rachel Scott, she was the first victim of the columbine shooting. Rachel Scott's family discovered, after her death, that she had been trying to reach out to bullied and harassed students and had made promise to herself. One of these included an outline of her hands and the words "one day these hands will touch millions of hearts across the world. The two students who carried out the shootings had been severely bullied.
"Depression is the best mood to write in, unless of course, you're writing mystery novels. Then its paranoia.-Me
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