Alone, crying, found.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
everyone doesnèt seem to realize that some people just dont accept their lives because of bullying, I for one wil not stand for it. and this poem just goes to show that not everyone will stand for it.
STAND UP dont STAND BY.

Submitted: May 13, 2009

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under the weeping willow breeze,

her hair sticks to her tear-stained face,

grasping for hope,

grasping for an answer,

but shes not getting one.

No ones answering,

they all walk past,

shes crying alone,

regreatting her past,

you see a girl,

whos weak without the knife,

but they see differently,

the friends she doesnt know exist in her life.

She hides the scars,

hiding her arm,

but little does she know,

her friends are walking with her,

holding her heart in their hands,

The scars start to fade,

as time goes on by,

all because of those friends,

who helped her see that glass sometimes breaks,

but fixing it only creates another beginning,

instead of an end.


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