Four short lines open "bully pt.2" like a series of small collapses: words stinging, a heart stopping, eyes watering, a smile dropping. Each line ends in an *-ing* verb, so the sounds echo while the body shuts down piece by piece. We never see the bullies' faces. We only see what their words do to the person hearing them.
The poem is about how cruelty gets absorbed. The bullies' insults arrive as a flat list, "she's fat / she's ugly / she's smells / her clothes are shit / she's stupid", all in the third person, as if the speaker were being discussed in a room she isn't in. Then the pronoun changes. After a weary "i don't mind really," she looks in the mirror and "see[s] what the[y] said": "i'm fat / i'm ugly / i'm a horrible friend." The grammar tells the story. "She's" becomes "i'm," and the accusation is now a self-portrait. The calm tone of "but that's what bullies do" makes this worse. The speaker sounds less angry than resigned, as if being hurt were simply the rule.
The poem has no regular rhythm and no rhyme, and the lack of polish suits it. The lines are short, blunt and mostly lowercase, with little punctuation, so the poem reads like thoughts spilling out in one go. The typos and rough phrasing ("she's smells," "see what the said") add to the sense of raw, unedited feeling. The longest line, "bullies shove words down your throat until you choke and scream for help," breaks the pattern of short lines. It runs on without a pause, so the reader nearly runs out of breath, which is exactly what the line describes. The image turns language into something physical and forced, as if words were food or a hand over the mouth.
The next two lines repeat each other: "you turn purple from lack of air / you turn purple from the pills you took." The repetition makes the choking metaphor and the literal danger of an overdose land in the same shape. The poem never explains the link, and it doesn't need to. The slide from one line to the next shows how insults can lead toward real harm.
The phrase "words kill" appears twice, and it changes meaning. First it is advice the speaker was given: "'words kill' i was told." She answers, "they sure do," and turns the slogan into testimony: "the girl i used to be / is now dead and trapped inside of me." The wording is odd and powerful. She is not simply dead, but buried alive inside her own body. Small losses support the idea: "i once was able to eat / i once was able to love life." The repeated "once" makes ordinary things, eating and enjoying being alive, feel like a lost country. A line like "i want my name out" is hard to pin down. Judging by the context, she wants her name freed from the labels attached to it, and perhaps wants to be free of the whole situation.
The ending is the most disturbing part. The speaker imagines her own funeral, "laying dead in a casket / being hulled down into the ground," with everyone looking at her. The last line, "i bet they believed words kill," carries a bitter, accusing tone. It is a plea to be taken seriously, delivered as a fantasy in which belief arrives only when it is too late. The word "bet" makes it sound almost casual, and that coldness is chilling.
What makes the poem significant is its honesty about the inner effects of bullying. It shows that the worst damage may come afterward, when the bullies' voices become the speaker's own and she can no longer tell where they stop and she begins. The poem is hard to read, and it is meant to be. If it feels close to something in your own life, that is a good reason to talk to a trusted adult.