The Classroom

There was a boy in my class,
he sat there by his bench.
Sometimes he cried,
but most of the time
he was silent.

The other kids
they pointed and laughed at him.

Sometimes, during recess
they pushed him around,
they called him names
and they made up little stories.

It went on and on,
year after year.

One day he told the teacher
but in the end, it killed him
and he took his own life.

And now, we sit here
the ones that never said anything.
And the ones that were too afraid
to break a road of hell.