If It Wasn't For You

Bullying

I walk through these halls,

Being so small while everyone else is so tall,

 Wondering "why am I here,"

There's so much that I fear,

Getting called names,

Such as "you're lame,"

Having someone give me dirty looks,

While I sit in my desk reading my books,

Being shoved and pushed,

Someone always throwing me into the school's bush,

I'm not the only one,

But clearly I'm done,

I can't take this anymore,

and therefore,

I stay at home in my bed,

While my friends are messaging me "are you dead,"

I don't eat,

I have bruises from getting beat,

My parents always telling me "I hate you,"

And I feel the same about them too,

I've been diagnosed with depression,

So I have to quit taking my driving lessons,

I don't sleep anymore,

This has never happened before,

And I wonder "how did this all start,"

I think but all I get is a big brain fart,

It's hard for me to understand,

Especially since I don't have a lending hand,

Am I getting bullied,

Or is everyone a bunch of rookies?

March 15th, 2016