Bullies.

I started this thread forum.deviantart.com/devart/ge… earlier this month, when I ran into yet another article about bullying news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20101008/a…, which has had about 12,000 replies.  It will never stop.

Any of these things happen to you?
Leave us aloneStanding in a corner, all by herself
is a girl with orange curls
She has braces, she has freckles
Strange that looks are such a curse
And here they come, the normal gang
with the prettiest in the lead
And the girl knows in her heart
it's time to bleed.
Leave her alone, leave her alone
Can't you listen? Can't you leave her alone?
You've succeeded; she is broken
and the spirit she had has flown
Leave her alone
A boy is sitting quietly under a tree
He's the shortest in his year
He's a shy one, he's got glasses
He's got blonde and well-groomed hair.
And here they come, the normal gang
with the strongest in the lead
And the boy knows in his heart
it's time to bleed
Leave him alone, leave him alone
Can't you listen? Can't you leave him alone?
Are you shameless? Without feeling?
Can't you hear him moan?
Leave him alone
Angels stand around him. They are holding hands.
Then they gather up his soul
It is greeted by the others
This is all they can control
And every day, they gather more
and the c WordsSticks and Stones may break my bones,
                          but words will never hurt me.
         she walks through blackness,
      hallways filled with snorts and stares,
giggles and snide remarks.
You're not welcome here.
  nobody wants you.
   There's nowhere to hide,
                 (don't bother babe, 'cause we'll find you)
and nowhere to run,
(did you really think we'd let you go?)
              as far as they care,
        she can die. (the more blood the better)
That Ashley was the SchooldaysSCHOOLDAYS
When first I walked to school I had no cares, I yearned to be
in company with those who could recite their ABC.
But I knew no-one there - of staff and pupils just one other
child's name did I know.  He was my elder brother.
We learnt the rule of silence there.  We did not talk in class.
Isolated by by the quietness we watched the hours pass.
And yes, I learned and yes, I joined in all the playground games-
but it is hard to play with those who have no names.
I went away to boarding school, away from home and toys.
An adventure that I longed for in the company of boys.
At that new school I learned their names and learned them all too well-
The names of all those boys who, daily, made me walk through Hell.
And sometimes in those days, gripped by my agony and fear
I screamed, and learned the awful truth - The teachers "did not hear".
I learnt the rule "Thou shalt not tell" and felt the school's despite
of one who could not "be a man"- who would not stand and The BulliesThrowing names at a young girl like knives,
Cutting through her happy smile,
Teasing, jeering the bullies rise,
Laughing at the tears she cries.
She’s scared to tell her teachers how
The bullies jeer and beat her,
Her friends try to help but do not know
How deep the wounds from the bullies words go.
She tries to hold her tears at bay
So the bullies cannot see how
Their knife like words cut into her
And  slowly, surely break her.
At night she cries herself to sleep
And dreams of being beaten up,
She cannot escape the bullies grasp,
For her to smile is too much to ask.
They do not stop, until one day,
The girl does not arrive at school,
They discover the girl is dead,
A suicide note left upon her bed.
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