His Story

Please stop,stop it please,
You treat me like some kind of disease

I’m walking down the hall
you point you laugh you treat me like a rag doll

I sit behind you in math
you knock my stuff my desk just for a laugh

Do you fell on top of this world when your treating me like this
Would you be laughing if this was happening to your little sis

I’m walking down the stairs you follow behind
you get an idea that’s just divine

You push me from top of stair number nine
I fall, I cry, but you just stand there and sigh
You don’t even care that I’m about to die

You don’t even care that you caused my death or about the people that mourn with sorrow because I am gone

You’ll just find another kid to pick on.

by Austin Engle