Ok so I wrote a peom for people being bullied please read. This is sad but please read. I know that I haven't updated in a while I have had writers block but I hope that you like this poem!
A young girl sits behind the bathroom door. She runs the shower and gets in. This girl hinds her scars the ones that have been made by her. She looks down her body finding small scars each one with a meaning. One for the bully at her school. Another for a guy who broke her heart. The small ones on her waist for every name she has been called. As her eyes trail her body, she pulls out the blade, this one is going to make it all go away. She put it to her skin, then pushes it deeper and deeper. Blood runs down her arms and hands to the drain. Soon the pain hits her, knocking her to the ground making a loud crash. Her parents pound on the door, hard. Screaming and yelled her name. She whisper a small but heard able line, “It’s finally over.” Her parents finally break the door loose and come rushing in.
They find her lifeless body cover in the red stain of blood. The razor lays on the floor covered in red. But by now her mother is on the ground crying, screaming for her baby girl, her only child, her treasure, her everything. There are tears rushing down her father face, he is hitting the walls, yelling at god. “how could you take take my baby.” He hold his daughter’s hand crying telling her to come back. She doesn’t move, he knows she’s gone. There’s a note laying by the blade but neither notice.
Weeks later, they still have not left there room, they cry and sleep. Finally her father gets up and leaves for work. Her mother calls a cleaning place so they well come and the clean the bathroom. They find the note and give it to her, it reads,
Mother and Father,
Please understand. I am happier now. I was useless. Please don’t cry. I love you guys, and I well see you soon enough. Be strong for me.
~your baby girl
Her mother falls to the ground and covers to her face to cry. She later shows the father the note that was found.
Months later, Her father finally enters her room he sees that her computer is open. He looks to the screen and turns it on. She was on Facebook, “She’s gone one else person in the world.” “She got what was coming to her.” “You are nothing, no one cares.” There messages and post on her wall like this. He notices that there is a message that could have saved her, it from a boy at her school, it says, “You are special to me, keep your head held high, no matter my many people punch you to put you down. I believe in you.” This was timed minutes before the loud crash happened. He was anger with himself, for not being there for his baby. Days later, her parents go to the school and speak to the boy. He didn’t know about it. “But I loved her,” were his words and he ran from his pain. He starts what she did. 2 months later, they are together again. Because society has this perfect of what someone should be, these two children are dead.
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Hey guys so my name is Caitlin Chandler. I wanted to write this poem for anyone that is being bullied. Please don’t give up, there are people out there that love you. You just can’t see them through the hate. Push through and find them. You are one of a kind and no one can replace you, you are not useless, you are special, you are important to me. i may not even know who you are but I care about you. Add me on my Facebook if you would like to talk. My question is, how many people have to kill themselves to show that bully is real?
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