You say that you're weird
You say that you're dumb
You that you're ugly
People treat you like scum.
You think you're alone
You don't even defend
When people point at you and laugh
And you don't see an end.
You look at the blade
On your nightstand, at the top
But see cutting your wrists
It won't make pain stop
People push you and punch you
At school every day
Your friends ask you "How are you?"
You lie and say "I'm okay"
Kids spread rumors and rumors
Lies and whatnot
All the stuff you think's negative
Every discouraging thought.
Your friends find out
From your wrist's cut line.
They try to help you
But you tell them you're fine.
But really you're not.
You're in a worse spot than ever.
You're friends see it, too.
They see your displeasure.
You take a hard math test
You studied for weeks
You get a 98 percent
And your happiness leaks.
You show your mom your test
Hoping she'll be glad.
Instead, she's furious.
Less than a hundred is bad.
She takes out a pan
From the cabinet below.
She raises it high
You scream with every blow.
Your friends see bruises
The next day at school
You try to say you fell off of your bike
But they know your mom's cruel.
The next day you're not at school.
Your friends sit and worry.
They wonder where you are
They hope that you will hurry.
You were away because you couldn't stand it.
So you tried to end your pain
You tried to kill yourself for the seventh time
Depression taking over your brain.
It doesn't work, though.
You're still alive.
You sit there by yourself, upset.
You didn't want to survive.
School's your real home.
Your house is on your list of "hates"
At school you're safer.
At home danger awaits.
Your best friend tells the teacher
To try to save you really fast.
It didn't work as he had hoped.
He hoped your life would last.
Counseling and therapy
By unhelpful adults at seven.
Your friends try to help the same
But we are only eleven.
"We can help you," Bella said.
"No you can't," is what you say
"If grown ups can't help me than
Eleven year olds can't in any way."
"We're your friends," Jacob insists.
"We help more than anyone can."
"But you can't" You say back.
And there, off you ran.
You don't know this
But the pain, it will end
In the meantime, love yourself.
And know that I'm your friend.
Sincerely, Your friends:
❤ Izzy, Bella, Annabelle, Jacob and Sofia❤
To those who are like my friend, call 1-800-273-8255 because your life matters
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Poems
PoesíaA book of poems to my friends, my family, teachers, enemies and other random people in the world.