Bully

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_X8evilzsW0

"It's 8 AM, this Hell I'm in. Seems I've crossed the line again for being nothing more than who I am. So break my bones, and throw your stones. We all know that life ain't fair, but there is more of us, we're everywhere.
We don't have to take this, back against the wall. We don't have to take this, we can end it all.
All you'll ever be is a fading memory of a bully. Make another joke while they hang another rope, so lonely. Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt, can you hear me? No one's gonna cry on the very day you die. You're a bully.
Think it through, you can't undo. Whenever I see black and blue, I feel the past, I share the bruise with everyone who's come and gone. My head is clear, my voice is strong, now I'm right here to right the wrong.
We don't have to take this, back against the wall. We don't have to take this, we can end it all.
All you'll ever be is a fading memory of a bully. Make another joke while they hang another rope, so lonely. Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt, can you hear me? No one's gonna cry on the very day you die. You're a bully.
It's 8 AM, the Hell I'm in! Your voice is strong, now right the wrong!
All you'll ever be is a fading memory of a bully. Make another joke while they hang another rope, so lonely. Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt, can you hear me? No one's gonna cry on the very day you die. You're a bully.
All you'll ever be is a fading memory of a bully. Make another joke while they hang another rope, so lonely. Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt, can you hear me? No one's gonna cry on the very day you die. You're a bully.
We don't have to take this, back against the wall. We don't have to take this, we can end it all."

This song has a lot of meaning for me. I was bullied in school from the moment I first walked through the doors. I was made fun of, and easily tricked. I had been mostly homeschooled up to that point, and I didn't know how the world worked. My 7th grade year, my cousin killed himself. It felt like a piece of me died with him, and that's where it started. My depression, that is. I let the words get to me, and I felt the percussions of it more than I should have. The summer of my freshman year in highschool, I started cutting. Words like worthless, slut, whore, ugly, stupid and fat coursed through my head. My own personal demon repeating them over and over because I had heard someone else say them. I know most of the stories behind the scars. The worst of them are from when my so-called "friends" said stuff about me behind my back, and I later heard about it from someone else. I was hazed with threats of killing my horse and my cat, and some kids even went as far as to email me pictures of dead horses. I had a kid that sat next to me in computer my eigth grade year, and he would always look up sick pictures of dead cats and horses. The teacher didn't do anything about it. My mom finally went to the principal after a teacher made a comment about skinning a horse and living inside it. That was the last straw. I'm still picked on with taunts of dead horses. I've gone to the dean of students and everyone else and it doesn't stop. Kids are just mean these days. They get their joy from putting other kids down to make themselves look better, when in fact it just makes them look like a dumbass. No one thinks a bully is cool. And their words hurt. I was cutting myself, both horizontally and vertically, which can be fatal. Kids have killed themselves because of bullying, I thought about it myself. Life is hard enough already without someone breathing down your neck. Bullying kills. Next time you think about making fun of a kid, think of how you would feel. You don't know what they're going through, you don't know how their life is. Most likely they don't need you're crap. Just leave them alone and get your kicks elsewhere.

Hope you enjoyed listening.
Signing off,
X~WesternWriter~X