Dear bully, You turned my best friend into an artist... All those colorful words you threw her way She used those You know all the times you pushed her and she wasn't good enough? She listened You know, you added color to my best friends' world with words like: Trick s*ut Hoe Worthless Tramp Slow See you painted a picture in her head, itched it into her mind And she took it upon herself to make something physical You turned my best friend into an artist... The pain you caused her, the hurt, it fueled her pa**ion to paint, so paint she did Colored her inside with medications: Blues Reds Greens It was like a rainbow! You know, she stopped coming to school because of you Because of you She worked on those art projects all too well She was beautiful and you made her feel otherwise so She painted herself and you still didn't respect her So she painted again and you still laughed at her So she painted again and you still attacked her So she painted again and you still shunned her So she painted again and again, and again and you Still broke her! Wasted her way Washed her down the drain like she did her palates at night Tosses her to the side like nothing; like wasted paint You turned my best friend into an artist... An artist who became her art An artist who painted vivid pictures that no one could see An artist that took her art all too seriously An artist who painted a picture she never should've paint An artist who painted her last picture yesterday You turned my best friend into an artist! And because of you she's no longer here Because of you... Because you turned my best friend into an artist Who replaced her brushes for her razor and her canvas for her wrist Sincerely, the bystander Gray Haze