THEY

I cry at night,

Because I know what they say.

Every secret and dirty look,

Holds my name.

Help me someone,

Help me now.

I can’t take it,

I don’t know how.

I scream in my pillow,

Pierced and high.

I can hear them giggle,

as they walk by.

They do it on purpose,

Just to bring me down.

I bring out a smile,

I know it’s better than a frown.

Things are said,

That aren’t true.

Now my cut  has gone right through.

The blades and knives,

And scars,

Do they realize they have gone too far?

Their smiles shine like metal knives.

I don’t think they know,

They are the reason….

Why I ended my life.