CRUEL

She hung herself in desperation last night

They said she climbed atop her truck at the school

Hooked a rope up to the flagpole and jumped

On her white truck, in red, she’d painted “CRUEL”

There was a picture in her pocket with a note

A fragile flower engulfed in bitter flames

It said…I won’t know if this will matter

I am not pointing fingers or naming names

I know that others know who you are

That you loved to make my life a living hell

I hope this proves to you I was a person

You can’t humiliate me now

What you see is just a shell…

~~~*Chorus*~~~

It’s just a shell…there is no future

So, you see, I felt that there was nothing left

Because of you…

I believed that before my death

They will deem me weak

Brand me a fool

Between me and you

It comes down to

CRUEL

~~*~~

Eyes began to wander around the courtyard

Some filled with tears and some with shock

Knowing the persecutor was here with us

That a vicious wolf roamed free amongst the flock

All eyes turned as a girl moved toward the flagpole

She was gasping for breath as she fell down

A ragged scream escaped from deep within her

Weeping as her small fists slammed the ground

She sobbed… 

I’m sorry please come back and forgive me

I know that I was hateful and unfair

It made me feel powerful to hurt you

I didn’t think beyond that…at the time I did not care

~~~*2nd Chorus*~~~

But I truly care that you have no future

I can’t accept you felt there was nothing left

Because of me…

You believed that before your death

You were never weak

I was the fool

Between me and you

It comes down to 

CRUEL

~~*~~

As she confessed her sins we formed a circle

Joining hands around the shattered soul

Until the dead girl’s Mother stepped inside it

Tears streaming as she walked up to that pole

She took the girl in her arms, and she held her

Brushing back the wild hair and dirty tears

Held her face so their haunted eyes could meet up

Whispered…There is something you must hear

~~~*Final Chorus*~~~

This is a tragic way to learn a lesson

I can’t stop you feeling guilty she has left

Because of her…

You can change things through her death

You can be a friend

To everyone in school

I believe in you

That you’re done with 

CRUEL

~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
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