The suffering never ends
This is literally the first and only poem I've ever written. But I feel strongly about bullying and wanted to try something different than a story.
Take a glance you will not see
Her agonized life, so easily
Dig a little deeper, listen to her
The suffering she feels never deters
Day in day out, the torment grows
The pain she feels, she must not show
A brave face here, a smile there
Features set, an impassive stare
She faces the day, resigned to fate
Hurry to school, she mustn’t be late
The teacher shouts, the children snicker
Her front fails, her eyelid flickers
Picking this up straight away
The children strike in the day
They pull her hair, they kick her down
No one to help, no one around
No one can hear, no one would care
Her cries are lost within the air
The torture comes to a halt
She thinks this is her own fault
Her answer lies within the room
Darkness encaged, her own private tomb
The capsules they fall so delicately
She caresses them affectionately
They are her saviour, the rescue she needs
She swallows them whole, signs the deed
She plays the game of wait
Of which she can relate
Her whole life has revolved around time
When will it end? Will peace be mine?
Her body goes numb, she shuts out the violence
She closes her eyes wishes for silence
A smile plays upon her lips
As death tightens its comforting grip
She slips away, to paradise
The light dies, within her eyes.
So next time you see, torment and strife.
Why not step in? You could save their life.
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