Judge. Tease.
Two murderers lurking a school's halls.
Attacking an innocent heart.
That one soul that didn't know why he had to be the target.
That one little soul walking up the stairs to class.
In a new school and just needs to know that he is not alone in the world.
One, two, three, four, five.
What am I counting you ask....
How many steps that little soul hit after being tripped from the sidelines.
Hoping he's oblivious to the other students in the class
The little soul sits and tries to concentrate.
One, two, three, four, five.
What am I counting you ask....
How many spitballs hit that innocent soul's face sending him crying out into the halls.
Staring at his reflection he wonders why me.
Searching for answers within every crease of his skin.
One, two, three, four, five.
What am I counting you ask....
How many tears dropped from those crimson eyes.
Walking in the halls hoping to make it to his locker.
The world passes by in a blur from his swift pace.
One, two, three, four, five.
What am I counting you ask....
How many names but the little soul's own flew towards his nervous body.
Walking home seeing his house in sight.
The view is quickly blocked by four merciless bullies.
One, two, three, four, five.
What am I counting you ask....
How many punches each bully made only stopping after hearing the scream of a petrified mother.
Lying in that all white hospital room the little soul dreamed of heaven.
Hooked to many different machines.
One, two, three, four, five.
What am I counting you ask....
The steady beat of the little soul's heart.
Let out of the hospital back into that cold, heartless world
The little soul walked wondering if it wanted to enter it again.
One, two, three, four, five.
What am I counting you ask....
The minutes that felt like hours as they walked to the car.
Sitting in his room the little soul wanted to yell out how he felt about the world.
Anger swelled his insides because he knew no one cared enough to listen.
One, two, three, four, five.
What am I counting you ask....
How many things were broken or destroyed by the little soul's angry hands.
The little soul sat down and escaped to his mind.
Knowing this was the only place he could ever be safe.
One, two, three, four, five.
What am I counting you ask....
How many hours of silence passed before the little soul's mother rushed in worried her baby had left her forever.
The little soul ran out the door before his mother could even touch him.
He ran until he found what he was looking for and went up those 20 flights of stairs.
One, two, three, four, five.
What am I counting you ask....
How many hours passed before the little soul had made up his mind.
As he stood on the ledge he let himself know that this is the end.
As he was falling he felt like all the tension was being pushed out of his body into the air.
One, two, three, four, five.
What am I counting you ask....
How many seconds it took for the little soul's body to connect with the ground.
~~~STOP BULLYING~~~
