Bullied No More

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

The trauma of bullying

The alarm rings, get up for school. I'll try and be late,

to avoid seeing those boys who wait at the gate.

The abuse me each day, cos my trainers are plain,

while theres bare a tick, three stripes or a designers name.

Their footwears high quality,theres barely a flaw,

Often they've used them to rattle my jaw.

They taunt all my clothes, ''Yer a tramp!'' they all say,

But this isnt my fault, it wasn't always this way.

My mummy doesn't wash them, she sleeps most the day,

shes been chained to a bottle since daddy passed away.

If he were here now, he'd help me for sure

no more bullies taunts I'd have to endure.

I used to love school, I so want to learn

if they would just let me, thats all that i yearn.

I'll just not go in, I'll just stay away

then do that tomorrow and the following day.

But they'd eventually get me, and make me return

to each punch and kick and cigarette burn.

Why should I be frightened, I'll just end it now

Who'd even miss me? Not that drunken cow!

I'm thirteen years old, I've suffered this since ten

I'll end all this torment and be with daddy again.

I'm swallowing these tablets they gave to my mummy,

washed down with sour milk, they enter my tummy.

I'm writing a letter to tell you all why,

I can't say I'm sorry, it just says ''Bye Bye''

One last request, when you read it don't cry

Life just wasn't for me, now its my time to.......


Submitted: May 17, 2011

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bigderekkeene

please rate and leave you comments. I just started writing for a bit of fum and would like to know all your opinions. Thanks :-)

Tue, May 17th, 2011 10:22pm

glitter snow426

oh, such a very sad one indeed!! I thought it would be grey but it really is the darkest black, very cold and empty. GREAT WORK HERE, POWERFUL, TRUE TO THE WORD!!

Mon, June 6th, 2011 9:41pm

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thanks mate, and thanks for taking the time again.

Mon, June 6th, 2011 4:27pm

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