Bullied

The tears of the worst pain ever felt Abusive words and the teasing over powers my thoughts The taunts and laughter of those who hurt me Emotional and mentally scar me Keeping me thinking that I was useless and worthless Came home feeling worthless A pathetic little being wasting space Someone who should die and leave this pain behind Wanting to end the life I lived, but knowing it wasn't the answer I looked at myself in the mirror and saw an imperfect freak A lonely ugly girl, a loser with no friends, someone unpopular Seeing how all my imperfections stood out in the mirror “Flat-chested” “unpopular” “unwanted” Going to school to face the same abuse each day I lived a life in hell with no protection Her laughter and name-calling cut me deep The cuts and scars on my arms proved it The blood that fell on to the carpet and stained it there The emotional tears I let out at the end of each day How did I end up the victim of such cruel punishment? How did they not see that they hurt me so bad? The pain never showed on my face because I was afraid to get hurt physically by them I didn't want to rat them out and have them come after me Hurt me until the blood ran down my face Until tears marked the weakness that I held within me So I stayed quiet Shuteye and silent I let them bring me down I let them see me frown Let them cut through me Leaving scars behind Hurting me Destroying my self confidence Killing the pure smile that once was there I let them do me harm and didn't let anyone help me I had friends who could have stopped them I had family who could have helped me I had trusting teachers who would have ended this But instead I hid in fear and sorrow I let the fear eat my bravery I was a coward and now my past haunts me It still lingers on the scars Boiling in my blood waiting to leak out How can I escape the tears and pain from long ago? Then I see those in the position I was in The teasing and taunting they go through Not having anyone to turn to No shelter in their time of darkness The misery that lies in their fake smiles I see the pain behind the tears They want out and want peace Some end their lives Some are tempted too Others try to fight Others hide Others would kill to be different Others would want a second chance to start over Others pretend to be something they aren't But then there are the brave souls who fight and grow into a stronger people They look their pain in the eye and spit at the fears that brought them down I wish I could be one of the brave souls Instead I pretend that my life was perfect I pretended that my tears never fell I pretended that the blood never left my body I pretended that the words never hurt me I pretended to be strong to face the world Inside I never was completely healed I was broken Torn apart Bruised and weak Troubled and alone I know what those poor souls go through I want to let them know not to have fear anymore No more anger being put on them No more abusive and destructive words being thrown at them No more negativity about yourself No more suicidal thoughts No more pain and no more tears It’s okay to be unique and to stand out No matter what you are Gay or bi or straight or lesbian Religious or atheists Skinny or full figured Tall or short Black or white or tan It doesn't matter to those who care for you It doesn't matter to God how you look like It shouldn't matter to anyone We are strong and beautiful people Those who brings us down envy us They envy are strengths They see that we have power within us To feel power they bring those people down Thinking it will break us Hurt us Kill us We are strong but not until our bridge collapses Then we weaken and bow to the power forcing us down We are the victims We are the weak ones The forgotten souls The outcasts The ones they pick on We are Bullied