Why is everybody so mean,
It's like I'm stuck in this horrible movie scene.
It feels like my life is stuck on repeat,
And I'm always looking down at my feet.
Instead of being nice and playing games,
Everyone always decides to call me names.
They all act so very wild,
Even though I'm just a child.
They all point at me and laugh,
And they make me want to down myself in the bath.
While everyone bullies me, not one person wants to be a friend,
And all the students push me to the end.
Everybody seemed so surprised when they got the news,
That they could no longer physically abuse.
Nobody thought I would kill myself,
Even though they all said I looked like an elf.
I needed it to all stop,
And I knew I couldn't go to a cop.
So instead I grabbed the razor,
And did myself a favor.
I cut the razor into my wrist,
And I knew I would never again be hit be a fist.
I watched the blood drain to the floor,
And it flowed underneath my bedroom door.
That's when I knew it was all over,
And I would no longer be a pushover.
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I Grabbed The Razor And Did Myself A Favor
PoetrySuicidal story in poem form about a child who was bullied in school to the point he chose to kill him self to end the pain.
