There once was a troubled guy, yea his name was Billy and he tried to be another guy, he hated who he was so he always screamed, “fuck my life” he was not small he was known as the upper size, nick name thunder thighs, when he was a child he was bullied miserably, verbally assaulted and attacked physically, he’d pray religiously, I’m not figuratively speaking he would do it on the daily and it drove his parents crazy in his mind he’s thinking maybe it will help stop the torturing and laughing and the dissing he couldn’t stand to listen, in addition to the bullying he suffered from depression, everything’s his fault and he has to learn the lesson, he wanted to be done end his life and go to heaven, his mind was now a weapon and it’s only gonna take a second ‘fore he gets to breaking point, though it won’t be long until he gets there, the line for the edge is something he’s about to step near.

The anger has been building up while they try and put him down, he’s knowing the he shouldn’t frown but he can’t help it, he’s helpless, and he doesn’t have an outlet, wearing battle scars all around like an outfit, tries to stay inside he’s bullied every outage, in a dark room imagination is his company, main thought being “I want the world to be under me, I’ll be the bully and everyone will run from me”, October 21st was a day that left him terrified, the bullies at his school discovered Billy’s massive fear of heights, the bell rang for lunch he was taking by a pair of guys, they dragged him to the balcony, there they held him over it, started letting go a bit he screamed for his life, when they pulled him up is when he pulled out his knife starting swinging at the guys now he’s overwhelmed with power, no one could imagine what will happen for the hour.

He’s dancing with the devil, you can't see from his level, but here's how it was he was glancing at the several, kids who witnessed this, drowning in his bitterness, he made the decision not to give a kid a miss, then he went to slit the wrist, of his teacher mister Gibbs, Billy’s on a rampage, it was man made, he has had enough now it's time to turn the damn page, to a chapter of his life that he'll capture with a knife he’s attaching to the sight, this is fraction of the size, of what is still to come, motto kill and run, to the next one, the sum of the death toll is rising as the school is his victim, they all would’ve picked him, to pick on, was gonna lose his shit now it’s safe to say the shits gone, where did it go well it hit the fan, anger through his veins hell has picked the man, he viciously attacks, wishes the exact, misery he had, on the victims of his wrath, he was called fat special needs, with a trail of blood behind him he fulfils the devils deeds

When Billy was eleven he dreamed to be a wrestler, nother couple years getting hate within his messenger, he’s dreams and aspirations began to fade away, no longer had a future couldn’t see a later day, as he read through the hate and what they had to say, he self inflicted pain cutting with a razor blade, eventually the blade was turned to his class mates, when I hear a story like billies my heart breaks, it could’ve been prevented all the messages they wrote man they didn’t have to send them, of course he’ll be offended, but this happens ‘round the world, picking on boys and girls, without a thought about results and how it’ll make them feel, so the next time you find yourself writing up a message, talking bout their looks and you have to address it, think about Billy and how it affected him, he ended up a killer cus of what they all were texting him.