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Long dark hair, nails painted black, he was different so you decided to attack. Bag on his shoulder and yours on your back, you made him a target of all those you hate.
You pushed him around, knocked his books to the ground, little did you know his heart ticked down. Being alone was hard to be and you didn't care enough to see that this poor boy had enough for the time, or maybe you saw it and didn't turn around.
Humiliation, hate, and fear, you go out looking for your punching bag. One day in the park you saw him by the bench, his heart had ticked it's last, your words were bent.
You watched him die and saw the pain in his eyes to realize that you were the same. A boy looking for acceptance not knowing where to turn, you let this boy down and left him without a chance at life.
You turn and run now begging to be let go, a sin committed so deadly and low that you find yourself crying alone now to be teased and made fun of as was he.
The image stuck in mind, the blood on his wrists, it's hard to deny it this sick little twist. No room for sorry, no time for hello, his end has come and you won't be let go.