the kids behind phones

are absolutely vicious.

the cute pictures on

social media apps

are deceptive.

these kids know where to hit

and how hard.

they don't give 

a single shit

about you.

they break you down

when you're trying your absolute hardest

to get back up.

all i did was state my opinion

all i did was try to stop a fight

all i did was tell her it wasn't going to work

and i got told

"you're such an idiot."

"go slit your wrists, you poser."

"you fucking bitch! i hope that noose works."

all i did

was exist

and i got told...

"why don't you kill yourself?"

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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