They Won't Be Laughing

They laughed at me when,
I was down.
No one picked me up off
the ground.

They laughed and laughed
I cried and cried...
They thought it was so funny
when they made me bleed.

But they won't be laughing
once I am dead and gone.
Maybe while I'm rotting away
inside my tomb,

My message of pain swept tears,
and blood-cried fears
will be heard loud and clear.
They won't be laughing.

They won't be crying, either.
They'll just stand there at my
funeral, silent for the first time.
The crude comments will die at my grave.

When I am gone,
They will find someone else to
silently murder with their taunting
laughs and cruel words.

By: Emily E. Smith
10-31-08