In the middle of the day,
As dusk settled over the horizon,
There I sat in the corner of an old classroom.
I felt blood dripping on the side of my head.
I felt hot tears in the corner of my eyes, pain, I felt pain.With my closed eyes,
I feel shadows loom on top of me.
I hear whispers, I hear cackling laughter
accompanied with words that hurt, the reason of my pain.
Poor, disgusting, pathetic, foolish, waste of space.In the middle of the night,
Before the crack of dawn
I sat quietly in the middle of my room.
Sobbing and whimpering whilst staring at the moon.
I still hear the words, I still feel the pain.I looked down on my phone
As I felt it vibrate in my pocket.
I read a new message, even on social medias they never plan to stop.
“You got home? Wish you never did.”
Words from the screen telling me to never be seen again.When will these bullies stop?
When will these bullies go?
Am I really what they say?
I felt the sting at the back of my eyes as I closed it.
Should I tell this to my parents?No, no, this will only hurt them.
Their so-called precious and beloved child,
never been laid a hand by either,
but always beaten and verbally abused by others.
No, no I’ll be strong for them.I’ll try to stand up for myself, I’ll try to keep this to myself.
For my mama, for my papa.
For them not to worry and add to their burden.
I’ll remain strong for them, but for how long?
I’m no superhuman, will I still make it out of this?Do they not realise?
It’s hard, it’s painful, it affects every fibre of my being.
This is not a joke, not everything is fun and games.
But I try, I’ll try for my parents.
I will live for my parents and live to help the others.I sighed as I opened my eyes looking up,
at the sky painted blue, orange, and pink.
“Dawn” I whispered, composing myself for my parents.
I stand in the center of my place,
hidden by the four walled room I call refuge.In here, I started to prepare,
Prepare myself for another day.
Another day of physical, verbal, and mental pain.
And as I reluctantly leave the room, once again I whispered to myself,“For now, before I try to help the others.
Please, somebody, come save me.”♠
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Save Me
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