They were breaking her, she was their favorite game,
Her face was a blur, they all called her names,
She could have been anyone; they just had a need
to hurt someone with their reckless deeds
Fragile as glass, they chipped away at her,
all in the same class, they liked throwing dirt
Some said she had demons of her own
they exorcised theirs by computer & phone
They saw her as weak & hoped to bring her down
They sought out to seek someone to push around
It all became too much; she committed suicide
It was just too much for her to abide
They had broken her, she was their favorite game,
To them a faceless blur whose life forever changed
The cruelty of bullying effects people more than we know.