Ryans got his backpack on his back and his feet draggin on the floor
he’s prayin that the bus driver wont open up the doors
seat 19 everyday wit this other kid Randall
Nick is sat behind him lookin like a fool
hes pullin Ryans hair and flickin his lil ears
Ryan gets so mad, but Nicks his biggest fear
He jus sits there so enraged but yet sounlessly
Nick hollers “Ryans a fag!” wit his friends laughingly
Ryans ears turn bright red, as well as his cheeks
he puts his head in his lap, while everyone else calls him a freak
they approach the school and Ryan stands to leave
Nick stands up and yanks him to the back seat
one punch, two punch, three punch, four
this is all it took for Ryans blood to pour
he left him there bleedin as he proceeded into class
Ryan jus laid there in agony, Nick jus kicked his ass
he got up and stumbled off the bus and fell onto the floor
the driver dint care, he jus shut the buses doors
he gathers all his stuff and staggers into school
his happiness is certainly questionable..

* * * *

After a prolonged terrifying day at school
he got on the bus and looked to the back turmoil
he sat at the front and sank into the seat
the kid that sat their got detention for bein a cheat
it was Nicks stop, so Ryan pushed up against the window
two people opposite got up to leave, while Nick walks up slow
while the driver looks down Nick gives Ryan a quick and hard punch
it was so strenuous, Ryan heard Nicks hand crunch
it was his stop now, Ryan stood up to leave
back to his house – the one that’s so full of grieve
all his parents do is fight and scream
they don’t think its as bad as Ryan makes it seem
they don’t even notice Ryan, they don’t really care
they’re too preoccupied yellin about whats not fair
as soon as he comes home he jus sits in his room alone
no one to talk to, not even a cell phone

no one cared about this lonesome little boy
he felt so detested, he had to make a ploy
a 12 year old – for twelve years, this has been his life
he couldn’t take it no more – he was sick of all the strife
he needed a way to escape, he had to get away
he vigilantly opened his bedroom door
the yellin of his parents bounced n echoed off the hardwood floor
he quietly tiptoed into the kitchen and gazed at the counter – which laid a knife
he couldn’t do it could he? could he actually take his life?
he started weeping as water began streaming down his face
he ran to his room, knife in hand, trying to keep the tears in place
he rolled up the sleeves of his ripped scraggly hoody
he pressed the blade in his wrist, goin deeper as it got more bloody…

* * * *

morning came around – his mom came in to wake him
she stared in shock at his deceased body – her heart filled wit sin
she fell down to her knees with tears rollin down her cheeks
she glanced at his wrists, where the blood had recently leaked
her mouth was wide open as she fell onto his body
her heart stopped beating, as her eyes suddenly got foggy

* * * *

she died that day – it must have been the guilt
they both lay dead, upon Ryans bloodstained quilt

Even Nick was sad – he didn’t bully anyone again
Ryan saved the lives of the other little men
a few people that day learnt an important lesson
it’s a shame that a life was sacrificed, to make the bullying lessen.