The rumor, the lie The teasing, I cry The pain of the blade My vision starts to fade The hospital bed My throbbing head People gather around Asking me to make a sound But I'm stuck in my mind When I surface, I find My family, but not one friend Time moves slowly as I mend The cheerful hellos The tearful goodbyes Still feeling like I want to die And it all started With a rumor & a lie.
To those who are or have suffered because of rumors.