Bulling

Bulling

He fell to the ground
He fell on his face
Nobody to help him
No one to care
They all just stood there
stood there and laughed

Tomorrow it will end
The whisphers, the pointing
The pushing and shoving

He got to the school
With two large duffle bags
He turn the guns
On the ones who
Pointed and laughed
Then on to himself

Bang Bang
it was finally all over