She is just a corpse now,
Skipping class,
She doesn't care if she'll pass.

He is wondering away,
Being called things like '******' and 'gay',
Oh the power of words he realized,
Right before he pulled that trigger, tied that noose, sharpened that blade.

She walks lonely, her mind filled with thoughts,
All of them slow, Idealistic,
And yet no one will listen.

For him it was the words,
For her the thoughts,
That drove them both insane, mad, crazy,
Drove them both to suicide.

But both had something in common,
They are both no longer alive.