BULLIES
A bitch, a whore, a slut,
They wonder why she cuts?
As she picked up the blade,
She thought her scars would never fade.
But slowly they did,
Making it easier to forbid.
She's sad, depressed, broken,
Until one day her last words were never spoken
As she dropped to the floor.
Her parents were banging on her locked door.
Blood dripping down,
You can see she always had a frown,
The very next day her friends cried,
Asking why would she end her life.
The bullies regret everything they had said,
But they can't take the words
that infected her head.
Everyone's had a face a frown,
As she was being lowered in the ground.
Bitch, loser, weird, freak,
Please, please think before you speak.
→ Sunday, 28 June 2015
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Bullies : A Poetry
PoesieJust a few chapter of poetry, that inspired from poet in picture. •Picture is not my own• #English Translation ©2015 AAdelyaZ All Rights Reserved
