Don't Give Up


I walk through the halls everyday and school,

as kids continually knock the books out of my hands, and try to trip me.

As I walk home from the bus stop everyday the kids throw rocks at me and laugh as I run away with tears streaming down my face.

I ask myself, "What is the point of living?"

I go home one night to find my dad's gun, under his bed.

I pull it out and put it in my mouth.

All of a sudden the bull walks in

He saw me with the gun in my mouth and felt ashamed

And never again was I bullied 

Never again was I pushed around and tripped in the hallway

And never again will I think about pulling that trigger.


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