You think that what you say doesn't bother nor phase me.

But, right now I will say, you cut me so deep, I bleed.

I walk down the halls wondering have I done now?

To recieve such, treatment and hatred.

I see it happen to others as well, but I am to scared to stop you.

Looking to the skies, I say, "Lord, what do I do?"

A small voice says,"Keep Going."

My heart is hurting, my mind was fried,

I say to myself, "I can't go on."

A month goes by and I'm starting to swallow my pain and fears,

I wait until I'm in private to finally shed my tears.

No one seems to know or care what exactly I'm dealing with.

Many of the people that I'm around seem to think that bullying is a myth.

I tell the people that I love, but they really can't help me.

Fighting that demon and defeating it was always meant to be.

I cry out in my pillow, "God, this is impossible, I can't keep on."

My heart begins to beat to the rhythm of, "Yes, I'm right here, you have my shoulder to lean on."

I say to myself out-loud, "Lord, thank you, I can't go on with my own strength."

Now today, I say everyday, "I Must Go On."