Bullying Poems 1 | Page 6

HOW IT STARTS

A gut wrenching pain no human can hold,

a bed or rumors this person has told.

All my tears are out the door,

I don't have room to cry anymore.

SO I CUT MYSELF

My blood is flowing out my skin,

I've cut so much my skin feels thin.

All my blood is down the drain,

I've cut so much I love the pain.

SO I STARVE MYSELF

The food is good, but not for me,

I have to be this image everyone wants me to be.

All my meals are down the sewer,

there's nothing else for me to do here.

SO, I HANG MYSELF

As you can see life was not for me,

WHO AM I ?

I'm her, he, she, and sometimes the bully.

~ Courtney Dillard

8th Grade

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