Bullied, being bullied I've almost died
It always felt like being trapped and I'd cried
I'd cried when no one came
And bullying them, even the teachers, was like a game
They enjoyed my pain
And now the memories still stain
Choked, buried, anything
I felt I was in hell instead of living
Even now, I get choked or teased
Just until they would become pleased
Again I called for help, but they all just watch
Of course, they would just watch
Because I figured out that they all hate me
I could never be happy or free
I don't know what I did wrong...
Maybe I just don't belong...
Is it easier if I satisfy them by dying?
I would stop suffering and crying
And no one would care, would they?
Or perhaps if I run away?
Besides, even if I didn't, my friends are leaving
They're probably sick of me living
At school, I constantly feel afraid, so I should go
There are too many bullies I know
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Rant Poetry:
PoetryPoems on multiple issues that I've faced throughout life so far and it's here in case someone out there can relate to them or feel less lonely. As an author and poet that have been through these issues so many times over, I've decided to dedicate my...
