Rifts

The Bullied

The Bullied 🔶

He never enjoyed going to school.
He used to bunk whenever an opportunity arises.
Although he was not one for breaking the rules.
He would do anything to avoid a fist full of surprises.

He told the teachers about his problems.
How he got bullied every lunch and break time.
They promised to find a rapid way to solve them.
Eventually his confessions filtered
through the grapevine.

The bullying became more intense and extreme.
He began wearing long sleeved t-shirts
to hide the marks.
He knew his parents would only
label him as a troubled teen.
It made everyone's lives easier if
he shut up and played his part.

Eventually he tried talking to his dad about it.
But ironically he wasn't best known for his listening.
Besides, his home was always
too noisy and overcrowded.
He was sure no one would notice
if he were to ever go missing.

His only friends were on Instagram and Facebook.
Every night you could hear him
typing away in his room.
His mum started to wonder
how long this phase took.
She wanted to skip to the part where
he have get a girlfriend
and finally change his tune.

His virtual haven was then invaded by his attackers.
He has now run out of places to escape and log in to.
Every night he went to bed
emotionally and physically battered.
With no one to tell all of the
horrible things he has been through.

Until one day he came home
from school covered in injuries.
He slipped into his room and
maximised the volume on his music.
Drained from all the torment and
excess amounts of misery.
He closed his eyes and allowed
his mind to fall into the acoustics.

He wrapped his school tie around the fixture dangling from the ceiling.
He stood on his bed and placed his neck
through the make-shift knot.
He leapt forwards and fluttered
as his feet lost all feeling.
Then his convulsing body came to an abrupt stop.

He left this biased world leaving
behind nothing but a rashly written note.
As his parents read it, they heard his voice
through every word he wrote.
It said he was struggling living in
this world and could no longer cope.
He was stifling and caved into the
hand that grasped at his throat.

"I'm sorry mum and dad I just wanted to be free.
I know you lot didn't have the time or energy to help me. I'm sorry and this is something I never wanted you to see. None of this is your fault, the blame lies with me. Don't worry, now I'm in a place where I can finally be me."