Not mine, but this made me cry
Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 10:16 pm
The boy woke up, just 14 years old.
He brushed his teeth just like he'd been told.
He rushed to the door & grabbed his books.
around & around he then looks.
From the second he reaches the bus the names start to be called.
They made fun of his clothes & the book-bag he hauled.
The boy never really fit in school.
Being different just didn't make you cool
I remember one day i saw him drentched in mustard.
kids were throwing pizza & school custard.
Then one poored milk over his head.
he walked to the office wishing to be dead.
& the girl he liked had no heart at all.
He gave her a flower & told her to call.
she took the flower & through it in the trash can.
& told him she'd never date such an ugly man.
so that night he said good night to his mother.
kissed his dad & tucked in his little brother.
He put on his shoes & walked through the night.
until his middle school crept into sight.
as he grabbed onto the rope he said his goodbye.
for then he decided he wanted to die.
so he took a step & down he fell.
he hung there right infront of his own hell.
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Rufus Hobbs hung himself in front of his middle school in Arizona at midnight. He left a note. it stated: "Bullying is a problem"
I recieved this email today. I had to post this because I know that we have ALL felt picked on, laughed at, excluded, or beaten on - at one point or another in our lives, whether it was during childhood or adulthood. I know I have.
Feel free to repost this or e-mail this to whomever you wish.
He brushed his teeth just like he'd been told.
He rushed to the door & grabbed his books.
around & around he then looks.
From the second he reaches the bus the names start to be called.
They made fun of his clothes & the book-bag he hauled.
The boy never really fit in school.
Being different just didn't make you cool
I remember one day i saw him drentched in mustard.
kids were throwing pizza & school custard.
Then one poored milk over his head.
he walked to the office wishing to be dead.
& the girl he liked had no heart at all.
He gave her a flower & told her to call.
she took the flower & through it in the trash can.
& told him she'd never date such an ugly man.
so that night he said good night to his mother.
kissed his dad & tucked in his little brother.
He put on his shoes & walked through the night.
until his middle school crept into sight.
as he grabbed onto the rope he said his goodbye.
for then he decided he wanted to die.
so he took a step & down he fell.
he hung there right infront of his own hell.
-----
Rufus Hobbs hung himself in front of his middle school in Arizona at midnight. He left a note. it stated: "Bullying is a problem"
I recieved this email today. I had to post this because I know that we have ALL felt picked on, laughed at, excluded, or beaten on - at one point or another in our lives, whether it was during childhood or adulthood. I know I have.
Feel free to repost this or e-mail this to whomever you wish.
