He was the type that's always dirty
A sloppy eater no one wanted
To sit next to him at lunch
Lonely, myself, but I wasn't desperate
All year, we bullied him
Saying he was so slow, and no one wanted
To be his friend
I always wondered what he was thinking
He was always happy
With a brown and crooked smile
A week before school ended,
He was headline news
Drowning in Lake Ontario
They called it an accident
But, in my heart, I knew...... it was suicide
And I still think about him