It's the People Like you who Make me Cut.

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It's the People Like you who Make me Cut.

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It's the People Like you who Make me Cut. It's the People Like you who Make me Cut.

Poem by: Ryoka

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This, I dedicate to justme626 and her competition about bullying... It's a a worldwide thing, no doubt about it, and has unprecedented consequences, like the victim ending their life.
2nd place!

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This, I dedicate to justme626 and her competition about bullying... It's a a worldwide thing, no doubt about it, and has unprecedented consequences, like the victim ending their life.
2nd place!

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Submitted: November 19, 2011

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Submitted: November 19, 2011

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Nobody notices, nobody cares

They all just look at you, stare

Is it really that hard to hold your tongue?

Because it’s the people like you that make me cut.

 

You’re all liars inside,

Hypocritical little bitches,

It’s from you that I try to hide.

But I won’t tell,

I’m not a snitch.

But it’s the people like you that make me cut.

 

You look at me like I’m crazy

But I’m not

Just self conscious and afraid and hurt

You want me to go away

And I don’t understand

Because it’s the people like you that make me cut.

 

I live everyday in constant fear

That it’s my turn today

And yet I’ve done nothing wrong

How is this okay?

You just go around without a care in the world

Because your life is perfect

You may be pretty,

Yet it’s the people like you that make me cut.

 

Dressing in black does not make me emo

It’s just the way I dress.

Yet I can’t even do that

Because you’ll take my style away.

Just so you know,

It’s the people like you that make me cut.

 

 Will you let me grieve in peace?

It’s for the part of my soul that has died.

You even took that too.

Can’t fucking go to that damn school,

Without something leaving me.

You take it away

And that’s why it’s the people like you who make me cut.

 

Shouldn’t I be feeling good when I’m home?

But I’m not.

Because you stalk and bully me online.

And once, I just want to say

It’s the fucking people like you that make me cut.

 

This is the last day I want to live.

Everything’s hurting, nothing will give

Will the pain go away when I overdose?

Because today, it’s the people like you who are making me die.

 

Vomiting now, I don’t get why

My stomach is trying to push out the poison

And it’s working

But I don’t think I’m supposed to be so sleepy…

Maybe I’ll go take a nap

And hope it’s the people like you I’m fucking murdering in my dreams.

 

I give my thanks to the people like you

Hoping that my life will start anew.

Suicidal people are not weak

They’re just waiting for another time to speak.

Because people are cruel

But my suicide should extinguish the fire

Hoping that bullying will be more than a school rule

Rather a worldwide penalty

For which some paid the ultimate price…

Their life…

Because it’s the people like you that made me do more than cut.


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