The Bully

The bully’s words,
Crash through her world,
And cut bloodless wounds.

Worthless,
Hated,
Lame,
Stupid,
Slut,
Whore,
Ugly,
The words cut deep and score.

She takes the words,
And says nothing,
As they point and laugh,
And throw those words.

Whoever said,
That words could never hurt,
Obviously didn’t know,
That words cut bloodless wounds,
Unseen on the skin,
But show in the eyes,
Bruise the heart and mind.

She begins to believe,
The lies that the bullies throw,
There’s no one around,
To heal her wounds.

The few compliments she gets,
Are drowned in the lies,
The hurt begins to grow,
And she does nothing but cry.

The teachers say nothing,
For they don’t know,
That behind the mask,
Is a suffering soul.

The bullies say nothing,
When people who care can hear,
For they are cowards,
Who hurt others to hide their own fears.

She looks like she’s fine,
Except for the sleeves that cover the scars,
It’s just another thing,
The bullies use to harm.

One day, she can’t take it anymore,
She writes a note,
To let those bullies know,
That they were right,
And she is useless to this world.

The police come,
And her parents cry,
For their daughter is gone,
Her body a wounded shell,
Her spirit cries,
For the wounds have reached her soul.

The bullies know,
That she is dead,
But even in death,
They still throw words,
That leave bloodless wounds.

And now it’s onto the next,
Because the bullies don’t care.