are you sorry now?

bullies. you killed so many.

Do you feel sorry now?
You smug, insecure, immature child?

I'm so sorry,
I didn't mean to be so rude.

Do you feel sorry now?
Your hands may not be smeared with their blood,
but it's still your fault.

They hung themself outside the door.
your the one
that they died for.

Shot herself in the head,
now little rodent is dead.

Your words pushed them to the brink.

What's your issue?
Don't you think?!

Fat Joey brought his knife to school.
The knife he'd used to skin rabbits,
to cut his wrists.
Fat Joey stood in front of class,
Stabbed his heart,
and blead to death.

You spread rumors,
broke their neck.
Now it's your fault-
your fault they're dead.

Reviews

[Anne Timmins]

This was beautifully remarkable!

[Coyote Poetry]

Direct and hard words create powerful visions. There is a lesson in your words too. Words and negative actions can do great damage. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[WindsorWolf28]

Thanks. :) your review was a nice one to read

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. You are a very good writer.