Escape

Bullied by people in the hall way
It would happen to her everyday
At home she thought it all might just go away
Until she surfed the web and saw all they would say

Days and nights of this would go by
And all the poor girl could do is cry
They didn't care how far they pushed her to the edge
The poor little girl wrote her pain with a knife's sharp edge

As her tears and blood flowed from her body
Everyone thought it was okay to bully somebody
The next day there was no girl there to pick on
Because that morning she escaped and was gone.