No one here likes me
I don't fit in
I cut my wrists
I let them win
They laugh
They point
They call me names
I cry
I scream
They play their games
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My Poem Diary
PoetryPoetry is my way of expressing how I feel. Some of these poems are years old so I guess the date of which they were written. Thanks for reading!
Bullied (7th grade)
No one here likes me
I don't fit in
I cut my wrists
I let them win
They laugh
They point
They call me names
I cry
I scream
They play their games