The kids were mean, the kids were cruel
They called him names everyday at school
They didn’t know how bad it hurt.
They said he was too smart, that he was a nerd.
They didn’t see he had some talent
They didn’t see he had the stuff
To make it somewhere and make it far
Instead they laughed and called him names
Tortured him and broke him down until he was empty inside
He was lonely only wanted a friend, but no one would stand by him
No one would lend a hand. He cried himself to sleep most nights
Barely getting a wink of sleep…and if he were to drift off to sleep
He only dreamt nightmares that scared him so bad he didn’t want to sleep. His parents never even knew. They didn’t even care; they didn’t understand or see what was happening right there. He tried and tried to live each day as fully as the rest but everyday got harder and it put him to the test. One day he met these kids, in the corner of the school. They didn’t laugh or judge him, so he thought they might be cool. They offered him drugs that day and even though he was smart he figured they’d judge him and laugh at him if he said no. So he took the drugs and an hour later he walked slowly through his door. His head was spinning, his vision was blurry and his stomach was even worst.
But he didn’t even get the chance to make it up the stairs he just collapsed and fell
Right there, never to get up again. They found him like that, that same night. Lying peacefully on the floor. His parents didn’t say a word just turned and walked away. The boy now up in heaven looking down on this earth today…was sadly watching his parents walk away that fateful day. And as they walked away if you were looking close enough you’d see a tear fall down his face as he slowly turned away. Because even though he wasn’t there his parents didn’t care. But now he’s free and has no sorrow anymore so please before you pick on people consider what you’re doing it for. Because you may not know or realize how painful it is, but this same story could happen to you.
