Stephen Cahill Furlong (23 August 1992 / Holles Street, Dublin, Republic of Ireland)
How unforgivable bullying is
When it's forced upon an innocent child.
She had an entire lifetime ahead of her
Where she could work, succeed and be wild.
A girl with the smile on her face
Of a potential life-saver or donator,
Hiding the truth about those in school
Whose mission was to try and terminate her.
She stayed strong, tried to live happily.
She was dating a popular football player.
But upon the end of her romantic affairs,
Nightmares began, unnoticed by Superintendent Sayer.
School wasn't the only problem for the poor girl;
Cyberbullying eventually kicked in.
Nowhere was longer safe, absolutely nowhere.
A portion of the reason was because she was foreign.
She was an Irish teenager,
One who had regrettably moved to the U.S.
She had friends, she had boyfriends,
She'd been dead before she could show any prowess.
Her final days were none the merciful.
Her story must be shared around the globe
For any hope of bullying reaching a dead-end,
A story that should spread from Amsterdam to Kobe.
The world has seen another beauty lost.
She was a treasure of counties Clare and Limerick.
She hung from the stairwell via scarf.
She lived a life of fun and games, but this was no trick.
In the final hours, they threw a can at her from a car.
Today, every mourner instead throws a rose.
Her memory has flowed in our hearts ever since.
She was a fifteen-year-old bully victim,
And her name was Phoebe Prince.
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