The Howl in My Heart

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Hey author here I'm at a friends house for a little while I don't have enough time to write the next chapter on here.OK so weird request here I made....well what might be considered a poem on bullying that I felt I should post it. I wrote this before my WiFi got turned off so ya. And if this makes you want to cut stop reading please this is really deep stuff here so enjoy

~your loving author

Our screams and Cry's go unheard. Out pleas go unnoticed. We are trapped,unable to break free from darkness's clutches. Trapped in a loop of days that seem to blur together. Cuts and wounds bleed freshly as their words cut like knives. Scars cover our body's we hide them so our parents won't notice. We are the walking dead,we go about our days in a fog that only clears to hear the words they say. We wake each morning praying it will be our last,but to no avail. Our mind fights for death while our body's fight for life. And we are caught between the crossfire confused at what to do. The school halls are a sea of harsh words,taunts,and spit balls. We clutch our binders hoping for the best. We are alone in this world,most of us from day one in the battlefield called a school. We watch alone and scared as the other children play. And when we try to join in we only get hurt, by either words or balls. Teachers smile and say "they're just playing","its all a game","it was an accident". We doubt ourselves,we doubt our lives. We walk the tightrope of life,our own thinner and weaker than others. Many of us fall or their wires snap,but some of us make it. The only reason for life is to prove that they were wrong that you will make it. We wake up each day to put on a mask with a smile on it so they don't see the pain they actually cause you. You don't cry so you don't give them the satisfaction of seeing you cry. People say "bullying makes makes you stronger and those who commit suicide were weak and deserved it". Bullying does not make us stronger it kills us from the inside out eating us away slowly until we are merely a shell of the happy smiling child we once were. Even after the words stop flowing from their mouths you never forget the ounces that were said. The words stay in our hearts and suck out our will to live. How does that make one stronger I ask you? How does dying make anyone stronger? The ones who didn't make it were not weak. We have held out this long. Some of our punishments are worse than others pushing us to the brink over and over. Yet not wanting to for fear of who would find your body of walk in on you. We constantly burn in the fire of their words wishing that someone would pull you out,but no one does. "I'm fine" you say afraid to share your burdens,but you still hope they will look you in the eyes and say "OK now the truth",but they never do. We try to reach out,get help,but no one wants to. To them your a lost cause. You try to talk to someone,but no one has time. Years of pain come flooding back you still refuse to cry as we tie the noose,grab the razor,swallow the pills. We know that what ever waits for us on the other side is better than this. Either hell,purgatory,or just nothing its still better than this,and all you want is the pain to go away. You would do anything for it to all end. No one mentions you on the news or anywhere and the murders get away with their crime laughing at their success. How I ask you? Is this just a game?! How is this just an accident?! How is murder signed off as suicide! No one wakes up and says "I'm going to commit suicide today" no! We are are pushed! Told to end it! They make us believe their words are true! They make us,push us,taunt us,and laugh once we give into their will. How is this not murder! So many parents go to bed crying wishing they had noticed,wished they had seen. How is this not murder?! When a child is pushed so hard that they fall? How? Have you heard the term "walk a day in our shoes?" You wouldn't last a DAY in ours,you would crack and break only after an hour. We are strong,but their words are stronger. And they push us into the comforting embrace of darkness that we know so well......