I woke up and
Dressed like darkness
People laughed, stood and stared
But little did I know some people were even more heartlessI made my way into the mist
Minding my business like they all did
But instead you all hid
Just to insult me with your fistI made my way back
But instead you all pushed me against a wall and
Punched me as I heard my bones crack
I fell on my hands as you gave me another me smackSoon you kicked and clawed at my head
Everything went blurry as you all fled
Then I heard the faint sound of sirens
Doctors rushed out to put me on my deathbedI was in a coma
Due to brain damage
But my mum believed
And was filled with courageBut soon the room filled with a sickening stench
As my mum fell and cried
In despair
On the old, dusty benchNow all of it has ended
All the drama
Now I'm looking for nothing
But just one thing, it's called... Karma
YOU ARE READING
Karma
PoetryThis is a poem about a goth girl who got bullied and killed simply because of the way she dressed (Please do not bully, it is disgusting, to bully)