Bullying Poem

Bullying Leads To Suicide Poem

I wrote this poem when I was about ten, eleven years old and it was about my twin sister as much as myself. I was suffering from depression and was suicidal, I truly hated myself and thought that I was fat and ugly even when my mother told me that I was not. My twin Sophia felt the same and was bullied worse if anything, but she was better at hiding it and so no one really saw it coming when she stabbed herself. I've always felt responsible and this was the result of my guilty conscience.

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The Little Girl's Land

© Emmeline Francis

Published on May 2013

Not so long ago
In a land closer than it seems
There lived a silly little girl
With a pocketful of dreams

She was as hated as was loved
It didn't matter what she'd done
But the one thing that she knew
Was that she hurt everyone

Too fat and too ugly
Too judgmental and a fool
She could never just be perfect
And society was cruel

It carried on for years
And nobody could decide
Whether this silly little girl
Should get to live or die

So the leader told his people
That something must be done
And the poor thing should be dealt with
So it couldn't hurt anyone

At first there was denial
But the number quickly bloated
Soon even the voice of mother
Left the situation quite outvoted

But when asked 'who would do it?'
As the people shouted blame
Not a single one would volunteer
And hung their heads in shame

A tiny voice right from the back
Suppressed by a nation's shouts
Announced that she could do it
No longer harbouring any doubts

Every single citizen watched
As a blade was drawn with care
The girl aligned it to the heart
To breathe she didn't dare

Instantly her dull eyes closed
A single push was done
Hushed whispers silenced throughout the land
Watching her smiling tear drops run

When mother found her in the morn
Dried tears still on her face
She knew with greatest certainty
She was not in a better place

How hopeless she was lying there
With blood on the bedroom floor
The only thing to take comfort in
They couldn't hurt her anymore

Mother watched the coffin
Now the girl was quite stone dead
Such a pity, society sighed
That the land was within her head.

Take heed of this done story
For the many who ruin themselves 
Though words might seem so innocent
Our worst critics are ourselves

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  • by Mary Nwabisi
  • 2 months ago

I'm so tired of being different. I'm so tired of having to act different in order to fit in. I'm so tired of being stamped on like I'm dirt and being treated as if I'm worth nothing. Who do you think you are to judge me. I might be different but I'm still human. I am certainly not on this planet to wake up in the morning and impress you. I'm sick of it I'm sick of everything, being an outcast the one always chosen last, being second hand material. You think you are everything but one day you will fall and get what you deserve. Because I definitely don't deserve what you do to me.

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  • by Siren
  • 5 months ago

The first time I tried to kill myself, I was 7. Now I'm 16 and I'm not always sure whether or not I'm happy or angry that I failed. I now just try to hide my pain in music and crying when no one sees me and I try to help those around me who are hurting like I have. I now refuse to leave anyone I can help behind and let them suffer alone like I did. I'm also a self-harmer with clinical depression and borderline personality disorder and I just stumbled onto this website looking for inspiration for a song I'm writing.

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  • by Lerato Kistner
  • 10 months ago

I'm 15 years old and a month ago I tried to kill myself because of bullying. I have a identical twin sister and she was so angry with me that I never thought I could talk to anyone about it. Now even though they still bully me at school I talk about how I feel.

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  • by Autumn May
  • 1 year ago

This poem touched my heart. I have a twin sister who is also going through the same thing. She has attempted suicide as well. But luckily she is still here with us. She is still battling her depression but she is doing better. I am so glad I didn't lose her, she is my greatest friend.

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  • by Devin Ramsay, Washington
  • 2 years ago

My school assignment was to find three poems that actually meant something to us. I am in awe of this poem. And the fact that you wrote it when you were 10/11 years old?? I am so sorry for your loss. Fantastic poem.

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  • by Joan Wilson, Texas
  • 2 years ago

I was bullied all my life, I thought the hurt was over but then my grandson was bullied, horribly. He ended his life less than a month after Christmas.

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  • by Kim, NSW Australia
  • 2 years ago

This is amazing although I don't understand bits of your poem. I am sorry for your loss. You shouldn't feel bad about your sisters death. It's not your fault. I write a lot of poetry and lyrics myself. I was bullied all through school it only got worse. I still get bullied now and I'm going on 20. You sound like a lovely person don't let people get you down.
Kimmy :)

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  • by Madison, King
  • 2 years ago

I can definitely relate to this poem. I'm bullied at school by everyone, including my closest friends. I am so sorry for your loss. Things will get better though, I promise.

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  • by Ryan, Elim
  • 3 years ago

Wow this poem is really great. It's very sad, and I really felt a connection when I read this. I'm sorry for your loss.

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