I asked a question,
You answered.
That's supposed to be
Conversation.
Instead it destroyed a family,
Ended friendships,
And featured a coffin as
The credits started rolling.
A normal boy became a
Murderer,
A lively soul became a
Victim.

You would never befriend
A serial killer,
So why befriend
A bully?
The only difference between them
Is one uses a gun,
The other uses
Lies that just
Roll off their tongue.
The killer may claim
Ten victims,
And keep their
Hair as a trophy,
But the bully claims
Thousands of lives,
And kills the
Dignity of millions.

I would much rather be
Friends with the
Serial killer.
At least that way
He gets the blame.
I would much rather
Die from the knife
Of another than
The thoughts of
My own.
But they aren't really
Your own thoughts,
Are they?
They are the bully's,
You've merely taken them
And adopted them as
Your own.

Maybe that's why
People skip meals and
Slit their wrists.
Because they believe the
Things in their head
Without realizing
That those thoughts
Are the ideas of another.

So when I asked you
To leave me alone,
You could have easily
Said yes.
Instead you told me to
"Kill myself,"
And ended not only
My life,
But my mind as well.

(m.c)