You push her around,
You pull her hair,
Making her sink,
In a world of despair.
You call her countless names,
And think of it fun,
Now all your mates join in,
Sympathy? You have none.
Your cruel,twisted minds,
Watched her as she cried,
You leave her on the ground,
Broken,bruised,wanting to die.
Everyday you come,
And make her life a hell,
All you do is laugh,
As you watch her scream and yell.
She waits until you come,
So you can see her dead,
As she jumps from a window,
Right above your head.
A piece of paper comes floating down,
It lands softly by your shoe,
You pick it up by shaking hands,
All she wrote was : This Is Because Of You...
---ASHMITA DASGUPTA
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