I am who I am and if you don't like it I don't care. This is my life and I will live it how ever I want to.Don't judge me because you don't know me.If you don't know someone don't judge them for who they hang out with or are going out with. I t is their life and they will live it how ever they desire to.
People that Bully can leave my page. I do not like to be Bullied or watch other people being bullied.
Haters can also leave my page.
is something very important I'd like you all to read:
That boy you punched in the hall today;
committed suicide a few minutes ago. That girl you
called a slut in class today; she's a virgin. That boy you
called lame; has to work every night to support his
family. That girl you pushed down the other day; is
already being abused at home. The girl you just called
ugly? She spends hours putting makeup on hoping
people will like her. The boy you just tripped? He is
abused enough at home. See that man with the ugly
scars? He fought for his country. That guy you just made
fun of for crying? His mother is dying. If you think you
know them, I don't believe you do.
If you have a heart, please post this on your profile. No one has a right to be mean to someone else. Booksie and the rest of the world would be so much better if we weren't bullies.
This is me Poem
This is me.-
It's all I know how to be.
I won't change for you,
This me is brand new.
You can call me names,
But one day I'm gonna have fame.
You can beat me down,
But still I will not frown.
This is who I am, being me,
Being all that I can be.
Behind her tears Poem
Behind her tears there is anger
Behind a brave face there are lies
Behind her smile there is sorrow
Behind her lip gloss there is fear
Never seems to be accepted
She smokes and drinks
Thinking all her worries will go away
They never do
She feels as if ‘loser’ has been tattooed all over her
She knows they all talk about her
She feels there eyes piercing vicious holes through her body
A scar she never can get rid of
It breaks her soul to know what lies ahead
Sometimes she wishes she would just drop dead
She wonders to herself what will they gain
To see her go through all this pain
Alone, scared afraid
Look what we have made
A sad heart with only one thing
To have a happy face
Cutting herself each night
She is not ready to fight
She wishes could all go away
She dreads fight another day
Always wondering about her weight
She never seems touch her plate
Am I to fat?
My breasts are too small
Why can’t I be just the right tall?
All she wants is to be loved
Is that too much to ask for?
She gets taunted and beaten by her stepfather
She gets taunted and beaten by her classmates
An outcast to society
Finally she wants to give up
Finally she is tired of all the abuse
Finally she has had enough
Finally she has given up
She walks the creaky staircase
Tears flooding her eyes
She goes to her mother’s cabinet
She pulls out her mother’s sleeping drugs
A flash of thoughts rush to her head
She remembers the days of mum’s sweet singing
She remembers how she use be love
She remembers life before dad died
She remembers life before mum lied
She swallows the drug that’s it she can never come back
Another life abused
Another life wasted
Another torn heart
Another life pasted
What They Did To Me... Poem
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
I wake up to my alarm going off...
I slowly get out of bed and set to my morning chores.
I take a shower, get dressed
then I put on the darkest make up,
to express my feelings.
I skip breakfast... again,
then I walk to school.
a car goes by,
the window goes down,
a hand reaches out and flips me off,
I hear the fading laughter as the car speeds away,
inside I hear thunder, I see a flash of lightning,
a storm is brewing,
I get soaked, with sorrow and pain.
as I walk into the school building they stare,
I cry inside.
as I walk down the hall a girl trips me,
I fall, everything in my bag come out.
my laptop falls out on top,
the girl takes a water bottle,
opens it and tips it over,
I have no more laptop.
I walk on,
they spit in my direction,
I walk into class,
I go to sit down in my assigned seat,
gum is stuck onto the seat,
I take a napkin and try to get it all off,
the bell rings,
the passing of the notes begin,
each one gets nastier and meaner.
the school day is finally over,
I head home.
I get on my desktop computer to check my emails,
then it finally hits me,
I will never be accepted,
message after message, I read each one...
finally I had enough,
I decided to end it all,
I took the gun my dad gave me for my 13th birthday,
put it up to my head and shot myself.
that's what they did to me,
they killed me...
She Only Wanted To Be Happy Poem
© Ecem Y
Bitch and whore
The girl runs away
she slams the door
she takes a knife
and cuts her skin
remembering how screwed up her life has been
she leans to the toilet
throws up to be thin
at school all she has is a grin
She cuts cuts cuts some more
Screaming in pain, blood on the floor
People call her emo people laugh at her face
But they haven't even tried to be in her place
Her dad just died, her mom has depression
her brother has to go through a therapy session
Why can't people see? that grin is a lie
everything's done for her, her life's slowly fading by
Bloods dripping on the floor, she's screaming in pain
she can't eat because that means more weight to gain
She wishes to be perfect she says it's not fair
she says she hears people talking about her hair
She cuts it all off, her soul has been broken
but she never told anyone, her words were never spoken
She takes the rope, hangs herself in the dark
She no longer has a beating heart
Her friends fall to the ground
when they hear the word "She's dead"
Her brother cries as he sleeps in her bed
She is gone
She is done
Just because of people. making fun.
She's buried on a Saturday,
people start crying
all because that one girl stopped trying.
so before judging someone on their weight or their clothes
their laugh their talk their hair or their nose
Just take a moment to realize and see
Everyone is not always who they seem to be.