Wake up! Please

I use to hear the saying about those sticks and stones,

This never really frightened me,

As it was those words which would cut deeper than a blade,

No stick could wound me as bad,

No stone could be thrown hard enough,

I didn't have the courage to show my parents the scars and wounds which lied behind my sleeve,

As it had already occurred to me what they would do,

I could already picture the group of others like me,

All formed in a circle,

None of them wishing to be here,

Each held to their wits,

Each had a story of their own,

All having their own way of showing it,

The kids at school had a special name for us,

'FREAKS!'

Chanted up and down the corridors,

Little did they know each word was slowly ripping our inner feelings a part,

Bit by bit we fall,

Fat! Ugly! Nerd! Gay!

Ringing in our ears like a never ending siren,

This was enough to make a person sick,

Girl were turning Bulimic and scaring their beautiful bodies with a form of pain,

Even though the boys tried to hide their emotions,

It shown through them as if they had a sun within their body,

Planning how to end this torturous name calling and abuse,

No one was to find out...

Threats are consistently made,

'I'll kill you if you tell anyone!',

Sayings such as this do not disappear within the blink of an eye,

How else were we meant to get our point across that we hurt,

Days, weeks, month's even years go by,

Running out of room on your body before it become visible to the public,

Running out of excuses to why you're constantly throwing up,

Doctors know the truth,

However they must think our parents know,

I'm practically yelling for help,

Yet I'm still as quite as a door mouse,

'Should I end it?'

'Will it stop everything? All the bullying, teasing, physical abuse?'

'When will it stop?'

All these questions are popping up in my head,

Why isn't the answer too?

School was becoming unbearable,

Eating lunch in an old disable cubicles in the girls toilets,

Where no one would find me,

No one could get me,

I felt safe for the first time,

Later that lunch I heard the voices of my tormentors,

Isn't it funny how you can tell who it is, by the sound of the voice?

This sudden urge to sneeze,

I couldn't stop it,

'Aaaahhhhhhhhh- Chooo' loader than a lions roar,

'Bang! Bang! Bang!'

Numerous fists were hammering on the door,

Breaking it open,

I knew I was done for,

Arriving homes my parents questioned me why I was all bloody and bruised,

I showed smile however it was all fake...

A drama assignment,

I sprint to my room,

Flashbacks are thumping inside my skull!

'It's not going to end! I know it!'

Now I may not be a genuine knot tier,

But I had a hunch this shall do the trick,

Leaving a note on top my bed for my beloved parent,

Exclaiming my dearest love to them and how I'm sorry I wasn't the child they had dreamed of,

I stand high on the chair,

Thinking of all those moments I had to suffer,

All those memories with others telling me their stories,

And all the blood which had k\leaked from my body,

I failed to remember the last day I smiled,

Not because I had too...

I take a deep breath,

Hold my head up high,

And take my last step of this earth,

Which was also my first step of this chair?

I drop,

By the sudden shock,

Running up my spine I had awaken from my dream,

Now the real reality begins...