Poem against bullying
SFW but haunting
The long painful days at school and at home. The only escape lies on my wrist,
as I watch my blood flow. The pain of not being loved, it doesn't hurt anymore.
All my troubles are slipping away, becoming no more my troubles. The fear or
never being liked, gone. All that is left is the blood dripping down my arm.
Some days it's pills and others it's the alcohol from my parents cabinet. The
everyday hurt, fear, and shaking disappears with a single slit. The everyday
punches no longer affect me. The everyday names I get called I can no longer
hear. The days I have to pick up my things because they get thrown down by
ignorant people I no longer pick up. In my room with a knife, watching crimson
liquid, I feel safe, I feel calm, I feel....alone.
written by Logan, age 16 from South Carolina
for a school assignment against bullying, after a girl in Junior class killed herself due to bullying + bad home life.
The long painful days at school and at home. The only escape lies on my wrist,
as I watch my blood flow. The pain of not being loved, it doesn't hurt anymore.
All my troubles are slipping away, becoming no more my troubles. The fear or
never being liked, gone. All that is left is the blood dripping down my arm.
Some days it's pills and others it's the alcohol from my parents cabinet. The
everyday hurt, fear, and shaking disappears with a single slit. The everyday
punches no longer affect me. The everyday names I get called I can no longer
hear. The days I have to pick up my things because they get thrown down by
ignorant people I no longer pick up. In my room with a knife, watching crimson
liquid, I feel safe, I feel calm, I feel....alone.
written by Logan, age 16 from South Carolina
for a school assignment against bullying, after a girl in Junior class killed herself due to bullying + bad home life.