Smelly sally...

The name resounds in there head,
A distant memory.
Of the girl who they murdered,
Although not purposely.

It all started with a simple taunt,
Not much harm in that.
But they did not know how she felt,
Until her life went splat.

She was known as smelly sally,
I know it may sound daft.
But that was her only memory,
Of all the people who laughed.

She hid in a corner,
No-where to be found.
The taunt had gone too far,
So she turned it the other way around.

She got her own back,
In a way too harsh to say.
For she knew from the first time,
Just how to make them pay.

She slit her wrists slightly,
Just to check it was a sharp knife.
Today was her day,
And she knew just how to end this life.

The next day at school,
During her break.
She went to the field,
And made her final mistake.

She got out that knife,
And held it up high.
She got everybodys attention
For they knew she was going to die.

Everyone stared,
Too scared to speak.
The final noise,
Was her high-pitch squeak.

They ran to help,
As her heart began to bleed.
It was too late,
They knew she would succeed.

She taught a valuable lesson.
But that lesson took her life.
All because of those people,
And her connection with that knife.

Her memorial was huge,
And everyone was so sad.
It was all their fault,
They knew she'd be glad.

They hope she is happy,
Where-ever she is now.
They learnt their lesson,
And made that simple vow.

The moral to this story,
Is simple yet strong,
Treat others how you like,
But it's your fault if something goes wrong.