I am sorry.

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The Bell Rings,

I pack up my things and head out of class,

Into the Stares and yells of pure hate.

My classmates,

How could they be so cruel.

Why they hate me,

I don't know.

I have apologised,

So many times,

But when they ask,

'What for?'

I have know idea how to answer that.

I'm sorry,

I'm sorry,

I'm sorry.

I climb onto the bus,

Turn on my phone,

Fourteen messages.

I already know what they say,

I hate you,

Your so ugly,

Just leave our school,

Nobody likes you,

I wish you were dead.

The tears well up in my eyes,

But I push them back down,

I can't cry,

I won't,

I have to be strong.

I look up,

It's my stop,

Getting up,

I hear more hate,

Why?

Off the bus,

Thankyou God,

I don't really think I can take much more,

Inside the gate,

Opening my door,

I think,

What would it be like to make it all go away?

Mum is in the kitchen,

Askes me how school was,

'Fine',

I can't let her know.

Up in my room,

Quiet,

No one hates you here,

No one judges you here.

Turning on my laptop,

Ten New Emails.

I look at every single one.

Dampness on my face,

I let it all out.

Sobs rack through me,

No no no,

Please stop,

Just stop it all,

Just make it stop.

I can't take it anymore,

I just want to be accepted.

Grabbing my razor,

I pull up my sleave,

Tracing all the scares with my finger,

I used to cut to feel incontrol,

If I couldn't be incontrol of what people said about me,

Thought about me,

Then I would be incontrol of my pain.

I'm not cutting for control now.

I'm cutting for it to end,

This time its going to finish.

As I slice again,

A million emotions run through my head,

Pain,

Anger,

Despiration,

Then it all goes Numb.

It's over.

The last things I think of are,

What will they do now?

Will they stop?

No one to Pick On anymore,

No one to Tease anymore,

No one to Destroy.

Will they even know how much they hurt me?

I hope so.

I'm sorry.

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Thankyou. <3

Suicide isn't the answer, but in this poem I wanted to show you the affect it has on some people.

This is happing around the world.

So please if you are doing the bulling, Stop.

And if you are Being bullied, Talk to someone. please.

 it may seem embrassing but it is beter then taking your own life. Don't do that to your loved ones, because they might follow in your path and if you love them you wouldnt do that to them.

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