Poems for the lost #2

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I hope you realize the pain you've caused.
You truly tried you hardest, didn't you?
You saw that I was alone,
You saw that I was an easy target.
Isn't that what you said,
To the people who only go along with it so they don't get hurt also.
To the people who made it feel like I was as good as the gum stuck to the bottom of you shoe?
They said it would go away.
They said they would talk to you.
They never said that I would be in the shower crying to my self and wishing I was dead.
Because I knew it was better that way for me.
They never said, that I would be hiding my arms and legs for the rest of my life.

They never said that I wouldn't be able to have any fun with friends. Because I ended up with none.
You made others think that I was the weird one.
"Don't talk to her she has nothing to live for."
Isn't that what you said?
After the pain went away.
I was in bliss,
But at my funeral
I saw you were crying.
"It's truly a tragedy"
Isn't that what you said?

(Inspiration : the poem "35 dollars" in the media section)

Hi all. I am Katie and yeah that was deep.
Well in my English class we are learning about poetry and are currently writing poems in psa form and as you can probably tell, this is mine.
I had gotten the lovely(sarcasm intended greatly) subject suicides cause by bullying and harassment. And the psa I am touching on is that schools do not do enough when kids are being bullied. In all cases I'm sure this is true. Bullying is a huge subject and for me it hurts to talk about because, yes, I am a victim of bullying. I'm sure we all have been at one point but some get it easier than others, and I was not in that lucky crowd. When I first went to my wonderful school counselor she said she would talk to the bully and try her best to clear things up. That of course did not happen and I feel like for many others the same things happen. So if you would, after reading this, reread the poem and hopefully you will get what I'm trying to get at.
Lots of love,
K.B.

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