Bullied, Now Dead

They give you strange looks They talk behind your back They are the bullies in your life You can’t seem to escape them You can’t seem to stay safe You can’t even know who they really are. It’s as if they are walls Walls you can’t seem to push through They are the faceless ones to you Those who seem to come from nowhere They don’t even really know you Yet they hate you anyways You ask yourself “What did I do to deserve this?” The answer, as you know, is nothing Yet it seems that it is everything You try to make it, day by day, But you fall down Every time you try to get back up. The Earth seems to have given way beneath you, You feel as if you’re suffocating. “Why can’t they stop?” You ponder. You want to die, To keep living just doesn’t seem right. You pick up that blade for one last time, And you kiss the world goodbye. The moral of this writing, May seem quite clear to some, Bullying kills so swiftly, And yet so silently If you’re the bully, you can kill, Stop the bullying, Be bigger than that pain.