They were breaking her, she was their favorite game, Her face was a blur, they all called her names, She could have been anyone; they just had a need to hurt someone with their reckless deeds Fragile as glass, they chipped away at her, all in the same class, they liked throwing dirt Some said she had demons of her own they exorcised theirs by computer & phone They saw her as weak & hoped to bring her down They sought out to seek someone to push around It all became too much; she committed suicide It was just too much for her to abide They had broken her, she was their favorite game, To them a faceless blur whose life forever changed
The cruelty of bullying effects people more than we know.