She is Gone

She walks home alone with her head down

They bullied her again today

Taunting her with their cutting words

Tearing at the wounds that had just started to heal

Ripping off all her layers one by one until she was exposed and insecure again

Laughing at her until she couldn’t stand it any longer

And saying things that could break a heart, crush a soul

But she doesn’t tell anyone at home

She can’t

It’ll only make it worse

When she walks into her room, she sinks into her abyss

She doesn’t feel anything anymore

She knows nothing but emptiness

And grabs the blade and begins to cut

Cut until she is raw and bleeding as much as her heart is bleeding inside

Until she gets dizzy and faints

Until her mother comes in and sees her precious little girl on the ground

Drowning in a pool of blood

In a breath, she is gone

Her soul broken, her body lifeless

And the bullies at school don’t know what to say

They had never killed someone before

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This is a poem for the ones who have a friend or family member who has committed suicide. I know some people who have, and I wonder what it is that set them off that one last time. Why they decided to kill themselves that day. Why to everyone, they seem happy, and suddenly they are dead.

Why are there bullies still? They don't know it, but they're killing somebody inside. One day, the people they bully won't be able to take it anymore. Would they like to know it was their words that ended their life?