Bullied, Now Dead

They give you strange looks
They talk behind your back
They are the bullies in your life
You can’t seem to escape them
You can’t seem to stay safe
You can’t even know who they really are.
It’s as if they are walls
Walls you can’t seem to push through
They are the faceless ones to you
Those who seem to come from nowhere
They don’t even really know you
Yet they hate you anyways
You ask yourself
“What did I do to deserve this?”
The answer, as you know, is nothing
Yet it seems that it is everything
You try to make it, day by day,
But you fall down
Every time you try to get back up.
The Earth seems to have given way beneath you,
You feel as if you’re suffocating.
“Why can’t they stop?” You ponder.
You want to die,
To keep living just doesn’t seem right.
You pick up that blade for one last time,
And you kiss the world goodbye.

The moral of this writing,
May seem quite clear to some,
Bullying kills so swiftly,
And yet so silently
If you’re the bully, you can kill,
Stop the bullying,
Be bigger than that pain.

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