These Narrow Halls

Walking along narrow halls
Trying not to feel
The pain she holds deep inside
None of it revealed

The torture that she feels each day
Trying hard to hide
The reason they make fun of her
She continues to ask herself why

The way they look down on her
As if they do not care
The way they point and laugh at her
This pain she can not bear.

She sits in her bedroom and cries each night
Thinking about each way
They push and shove her in the hall
Every single day

She thinks of all the times
Managing how to deal
One day she'll get revenge
Her pain they all will feel.

She spends weeks planning
Who, how and when
Thinking of how to kill them all
Before they hurt her again

She grabs the gun and
Walks herself to school
Maybe she'll show everyone
Never to be so cruel

She walks in through the door
Someone snickers and turns around
Just wait one hour more
There won't be a single sound.

After the end of class
Her hand begins to shake
Waiting for someone to make a move
Knowing it's not long until she breaks.

A girl trips her
As she fell with out a sound
She then pulls out her gun
While picking herself up off the ground.

Then pushes the girl back-wards
With all her might
Putting the gun to the girls head
Thinking what she though last night

Everyone screams out loud
While someone yells "get down"
Thinking, how could this happened
In this little town

The girl pushes the gun hard,
As the other begins to cry.
Explaining that she's sorry,
And doesn't want to die.

Saying, Oh really
It won't help to say sorry
She puts the bullet through her head.
Her torture they all see.

Then turns the gun onto herself
Feeling bad for what she's done
Begins to count herself down
Pulling the trigger when she gets to one.

The bell rings as she wakes up.
The dream left unsaid
Feeling furiously about her
No bullet through her head.

The gun still in her pocket
As she walks out the door
She looks at everyone knowing
She can't take it anymore.

A girl trips her,
As she falls with out a sound.
The gun still in her pocket,
As another girl helps her off the ground.

Apologizing for the b**ch,
That purposely made her fall.
Explaining her name was Molly,
Maybe there are nice people after all.

Walking through narrow halls,
Trying not to feel,
The pain that she feels deep inside,
This one person has healed.

By the Way this isn't true or like a plan or anything, Just a fictional Poem that was inspired by this girl who always got picked on from my school...Even i myself picked on her, which i am sorry i did.I always thought what if someone just pushed her too far.