Where are they?

Walking through the halls you see them everywhere, The mean girl making others feel invisible. But where, where are the teachers? The ones who should being protecting us. The ones that are supposidly our safe haven. The warmth in the sun. They are no where. Not a single one. No one cares how much it hurts, to cry yourself to sleep at night. No one cares about what you think, when lying in your dark room at night. Honey don't think like that, the blade wont help the pain. I promise it gets better. No matter how much you take. The world is a big place, a loud busy home. But it's only temporary, until it's time to go to our real home. Don't let them hurt you. Don't let them make you cry. Don't wonder where they were, wonder why the bullies hurt you. Forgive but never forget. Don't blame the teachers that never showed, Pray for them. And the bullies that broke your heart with their small minds and broken hearts. It takes one to know one. They bully you, because they have nothing better to do. It hurts, it stings. Don't ever believe, the hurtful things they have to say. Stay strong, keep your head up, and never wonder where they were.