You laughed.
You had fun.
Maybe for you..
it really was
just a joke.
But you didn't just
push me down the
stairs.
You pushed me down a
hole
of trauma, anxiety and
depression.
And if I had ever
jumped off a cliff or
bridge
it would have been
you
pushing me with your
jokes.
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Bullying never us a joke for the one(s) being bullied.
It doesn't matter if it's physical attacks, verbal abuse or always being ignored and excluded, it hurts. If there is any harm visible on the surface there always is so much more inside.
All they ever did to me were some bruises.
Everything else was invisible so whenever I tried to open up to someone they didn't believe or take me serious.
You can never see how broken someone really is.
Even my self harm never was "bad enough" to be serious. Even most of my physical self harm was invisible or looked like accidents. So no one noticed.
Why didn't you tell us? They ask.
I did.
I tried.
You wouldn't listen.
YOU ARE READING
It does get better.
PoetryPeople say it will get better. But to be fair, most of them never were in your place. They say you will get happy again, but how can they know? I've struggled with trauma, mental illnesses and self harm for many years. These are (mostly) poems - abo...
