cyberbullying

There was a Beautiful girl
She had the most perfect curls
And her biggest secret
Were other people’s words lying on the internet
Bright screen, black letters
Tears running down on her sweater
Plays it off during dinner
She doesn’t eat ‘cause she wants to be thinner
At school people stare
At home she cuts her arm bare
She sees the hate that people type
It goes on as she swipes
Nobody cares
She thinks as she glares
Glares at the lies
Now she wants go to the sky
Where everything is better
Than the tears on her sweater
Where everyone is gone
And will regret what they have done
She is letting go
Standing on a chair looking at the snow
She is now falling
At least that will stop the name calling
There was a beautiful girl
She had the most perfect curls
Her secret tore her apart
And their words ended up eating her heart