A girl at my school just killed herself last week because of bullying,

They called her Slut bitch whore useless and any other word you can think of. 

All because she was the quiet girl in the back of the class and some guys were bored.

Just because she didn't want to be notice, just because she wanted to keep to herself, just because she was the quite girl in the back of the room.

She never gave herself a chance to live, 

To love,

Who knows she could've been the next Angelina Jolie or the next Suzanne Collin,

Maybe even the next Gandhi.

No one will know because of those stupid boys in class that one day, ya the ones who called her a whore the ones who told her to kill herself because they were bored.

But god knows the teacher won't help  she'll say 'it's all part of the high school experience' and sit at her desk grading the 31 papers soon to become 30. 

But what makes me feel the worse is that on the last day I saw her ,

she looked at me with her pleading Blue eyes begging for me to help her and I just sat there.

I later found out her name was Courtney. 

The day we found out about her death I couldn't get her name out of my head.

Courtney what if I helped

Courtney what if I was your friend

Courtney what if I didn't keep my stupid mouth shut?

Courtney I'm sorry.