As I lay in bed,
With the fully risen moon,
Peeking through the cracks of my curtains,
All I hear is whispering.
From all the lonely souls who don’t seem to fit in.
From being made fun of,
To being ignored.
The cries the parents have to go through,
Just because their loved ones couldn’t take it any longer.
When will it all end?
People just don’t understand,
Until that person takes their life.
All because they want to act cool in front of other friends.
The constant jokes,
The nerve-racking laughter.
Like a broken record being played over and over again,
Without an end button.
Never ending torture,
Haunting life taken souls.
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