Bullied...

Little boy, just 14 years old...

Little boy, just fourteen years old,

A soul the angels cried for...

A soul that everyone forgot...

 

Evil souls... more than he could count...

Just because he was different than what they wanted,

just because he was different, he was an outcast...

 

Just because he was different,

He was the a*s of all their jokes,

He was the bad moral,

the wrong ending...

 

He was even given rude things on the day he looked forward to each year,

Then one fateful night, oh why did he have to stay late...

Why...

 

When he was ready to leave,

They jumped him...

They tied him up with rope...

 

They beat him with flimsy pieces of metal until he couldn't scream,

Until his voice was lost to the angels...

When they were done... they had the common curtisy to cut him loose...

Heh... atleast they did that...

 

Laying beneath the darkness... staring into space, as the crimson regret spilled...

He was the fragile soul heaven cried for on that night...

He was the lost soul that the world forgot...

 

Why didn't you say anything?

Why didn't you report them?

Why didn't you do anything?

 

Quite Simple, He didn't want to start fights,

He was a lover and not a fighter...

Yeah, the next time you make fun of an outcast,

remember my tale...

That lost soul that everyone forgot was me...

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Falon Quirke]

Wow. This is great. Wonderful, deep, and insightful. Amazing.