This was something I wrote a long time ago... it helped me get through bullying

She dreamed of days where people cared
No more names, no more stares
Her tearful eyes all dried up
No more fears all locked up

the words hit her like poison darts
her fake smile, her broken heart
how could she survive all the tears
with all their laughing and mocking jeers

Going to school
Was like living in hell
Another day to survive
Another day in her shell.

By Morgan Keown

And I know this isn't too good, but it wasn't about writing something good it was a way to get my emotions out..

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