1) The document is a poem about a person who is being bullied and tormented by others for their appearance or differences.
2) The bullying has caused the person immense emotional pain and distress, leaving them feeling alone and without hope.
3) At the breaking point, the person decides to end their own life to escape the torment, leaving a note apologizing but hoping to draw attention to the plight of others still suffering from bullying.
1) The document is a poem about a person who is being bullied and tormented by others for their appearance or differences.
2) The bullying has caused the person immense emotional pain and distress, leaving them feeling alone and without hope.
3) At the breaking point, the person decides to end their own life to escape the torment, leaving a note apologizing but hoping to draw attention to the plight of others still suffering from bullying.
1) The document is a poem about a person who is being bullied and tormented by others for their appearance or differences.
2) The bullying has caused the person immense emotional pain and distress, leaving them feeling alone and without hope.
3) At the breaking point, the person decides to end their own life to escape the torment, leaving a note apologizing but hoping to draw attention to the plight of others still suffering from bullying.
As I sit here and take it and my body gets all tense I�m nervous, I�m scared of what is to come next I�m the center of attention; I am the large text I can�t help but smile and pretend I don�t care When in fact all I can say is: Life is not fair! I ask them to stop but they continue to go I go home and cry because these words are killing me so
I�m afraid to ask for help; I�m all alone
"Are you ok?" they ask. I answer, "yes," in an unsure tone Just once... why can�t I tell the truth to them? And maybe the seams of my life, they could help hem I look into the mirror and try to see what they see But I see no reflection because, to me, I�m dead already I hesitate to leave for school each and every day For their little game, I know, they will continue to play
When someone notices that the smile on my face has frowned
They lie to my face and say they�re only joking around Joke or no joke, my insides are left ripped open But, I have yet to give up, I just keep on hopin� Lately, people have been talking behind my back Afraid to say it to my face, courage they do lack They�ve pushed me to the edge of the cliff and I�m ready to leap I guess the price you pay for being so screwed up isn�t all that cheap
I now blame everything on myself; everything is my fault
Now that I have realized this... I will not grow to be an adult Not have children to call my own Not see my friends and family- all grown Never again to celebrate a birthday Never again, my favorite sports will I play Not meet the man I was destined to marry My nieces and nephews... I will never carry
But the most important thing of all...
I will never again be able to stand tall Yes, I�m scared- for I can't take it anymore I cry my tears one last time and watch them hit the floor For tonight is the night I say my final good-byes And have the courage as I wipe the tears from my eyes I�m no longer scared to end my own life And breathe one last breath, it�s all done... with a cut of the knife
I cause too much trouble, so much pain
But don�t worry now- I�m gone, I�m slain I�m sorry for making your long-time game end I�m sorry for not being the perfect friend I�m sorry for the violence and all the war I�m sorry for not being any fun, for being a bore I�m sorry for all the tears I have shed I�m sorry for all the blood I have bled
And for all the hearts I may have torn
I guess I�m sorry for being born But please believe me when I say that my life was too tough And I couldn�t take it anymore; I had had enough So, now as the blood drains slowly and my eyes begin to close Don�t blame yourself, for this is what I chose So that no longer would I feel the need to pretend I don�t care ..But I�m happy now, without pain, now my life is fair
So, as you read this- please don�t think of me
But think of others... this I must plea Think of the ones who are going through these same problems I fought And tell them they are precious and that they�re worth a lot And tell them to be strong and to never give in Forget the losers- tell them... They Can Win!!! Why didn�t I take my own advice? Because my heart was water- which was once as strong as ice
I lost all my courage, confidence and love
And no longer did I believe in the One up above It was too late to save my life; things had gotten too bad I never thought positive and I was always sad So, stop and think before you call someone a name For this does not bring you true happiness or fame So, stop and think before you call someone a name For in the end it will only bring you sadness and shame
Now I must leave this earth, both body and soul
Because the problems in my life have taken a big toll So, please, as I take these last few painful breaths Don�t think of me, but of the others who have less Point, stare, and laugh if you want, for I do not care For one day, like I did, you�ll realize that life just isn�t fair.
Dedicated to all who are in this position.
Be strong, be free, and do as you want, because you are no better, no worse, but just as equal to all the others.