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Array ( [sid] => 167169 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Bullied until my last breath [time] => 2011-08-29 16:58:01 [hometext] => Please comment, i need the feedback! [bodytext] => When i wake up in the morning i wish i was dead,
Thoughts of suiside run through my head,
As i prepare for the day to start,
I hope to find a cure for my aching heart,

Schools a struggle i'm bearly there,
Girls push me around and pull at my hair,
Boys laugh at me and comment on my looks,
They snatch my bag and empty out my books,

Teachers know but theres nothing they can do,
They offered to phone home but i don't want them too,
If my parents found out im sure they would go crazy,
All the more reason for the kids to hate me,

I keep my head down as i walk through the halls,
As they shout nasty words and through paper balls,
Nobody cares nobody would move,
As i get beaten in the play ground until im black and blue,

The walk home is by far the worst part,
They taunt me for an hour the words rip my heart,
As i finally get it i run to my room,
Compose myself quickly and my parents are home soon,

I sit with them and lie about my pretend friends,
'Yes my day was great thanks' i say as dinner ends,
I go upstaris and lay down,
Thoughts about the bullys spin around and around,

My hands tremble as i pick up the blade,
I roll up my sleves and i grow a little afraid,
But then i do it and it realeses the pain,
I put the knife to my other arm and do it again,

As my body gradually begins to slip away,
My only thoughts are of my last day,
And how all of them had liked to enjoy,
Hurting and laughing at me like they're own little toy. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 210 [topic] => 36 [informant] => nikolejones [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )

Bullied until my last breath

Contributed by nikolejones on Monday, 29th August 2011 @ 04:58:01 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

When i wake up in the morning i wish i was dead,
Thoughts of suiside run through my head,
As i prepare for the day to start,
I hope to find a cure for my aching heart,

Schools a struggle i'm bearly there,
Girls push me around and pull at my hair,
Boys laugh at me and comment on my looks,
They snatch my bag and empty out my books,

Teachers know but theres nothing they can do,
They offered to phone home but i don't want them too,
If my parents found out im sure they would go crazy,
All the more reason for the kids to hate me,

I keep my head down as i walk through the halls,
As they shout nasty words and through paper balls,
Nobody cares nobody would move,
As i get beaten in the play ground until im black and blue,

The walk home is by far the worst part,
They taunt me for an hour the words rip my heart,
As i finally get it i run to my room,
Compose myself quickly and my parents are home soon,

I sit with them and lie about my pretend friends,
'Yes my day was great thanks' i say as dinner ends,
I go upstaris and lay down,
Thoughts about the bullys spin around and around,

My hands tremble as i pick up the blade,
I roll up my sleves and i grow a little afraid,
But then i do it and it realeses the pain,
I put the knife to my other arm and do it again,

As my body gradually begins to slip away,
My only thoughts are of my last day,
And how all of them had liked to enjoy,
Hurting and laughing at me like they're own little toy.

Copyright © nikolejones ... [ 2011-08-29 16:58:01]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Bullied until my last breath (User Rating: 1 )
by AngelFox on Monday, 29th August 2011 @ 11:17:53 PM AEST
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Believe me when I say I've been there. And the only solution I know is to continue being who I am. And being true to myself and alway's trying to do what's right in my own eyes. At the end of day the ones who truly, truly love you will alway's be there.

Continue writing...it gives you power.

Re: Bullied until my last breath (User Rating: 1 )
by PlaguePerfected on Thursday, 12th January 2012 @ 11:43:58 AM AEST
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Your struggle is more than you can ever write. But keep doing it because it helps. I was never bullied, but like many others I found reasons to cut. Now its been almost 5 years, and I still look at my arm saying "what a fool". Those people will one day fade away and so will your pain, its hard now but strength is on its way. One day you will wake up and your life will change, you will let go of everything and somehow take control of everything. This I promise you. As for bullies; they are the weak and the frail. It takes true strength, skin of stone to stand against evil eye to eye, but if the stone consumes you, you become frozen in a time when you shut everyone out. Take care and always remember to look up, not down.

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