It seemed a good idea at the time, it was just a bit of fun,
what could be the harm you thought, but now it had begun.
And that one mistake it haunted you, you never thought it would,
you never had a clue, that's why you drew the blood.
Your photo was then sent, revealed to the entire world,
in your room you hid away, crouched in a corner curled,
sobbing out your heart as you were the victim of cruel hate,
whilst what was to be decided, was in fact your fate.