Catfish Productions Present | Art II|

Poem

The kid on the street,
just down one block.
I heard and believed the words he talked
At home he was caught in an abusing game
At school it was hardly different, just the same
The names, the taunts, the words, the loss
When will the kids stop!? Just Stop.
He sits in the corner, pleading for help.
He's bruised and bleeding, why won't I just help?
At home he sits in his room alone
letters and letters on top of his phone.
He calls for help, but who is out there?
A kid just like him, screaming for air?
His dad is dead, his mom at work.
Should he do it? The drugs, do they actually work?
He says they are great, they taste just fine.
After weeks and months,The truth is confirmed.
Alone on the stairs, my lesson learned.
Where is the kid on the block? I ask.
He is no longer their, they say as they walk.

I wrote this, and no, I'm not on drugs. I just wanted everyone to know that they shouldn't do it. It can effect you and everyone else. Dont bully either. Why society does it? I dont know. All I know is...

We. Have. Lives. And we should live them to the fullest. Dont let others bully you. Stay d up for others. I know, I know you've heard this before. But please, just-
Know that there is someone always praying for you. Why bully? What's the whole point? Getting kids hurt? Killing them? Knowing that they might even kill themselves?Do you know why many of us dont tolerate this? Its because we have family, friends, and even those we only know through the Internet that are bullied. And we want to stand up to them. If you have read this, you know you've done one more good thing in the world.