Bullying Poem

This poem is about bullying. The pain and destruction it brings to people. I told my dad that I was hurting and in so much pain, that I was even cutting myself. He told me to get over and stop crying, he yelled at me and I just couldn't stop crying. He never said sorry to me like he usually does after yelling at me. I wanted to tell him I was in depression for a little while but I couldn't. This poem is for people that are in depression like me, that I will stand up for them.

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This poem has really touch my soul. I thought I was the only girl who was lacking in self-esteem and in confidence thank you very much, keep up the good work may God bless you.

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Live On And Be Proud

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Published: June 2013

When I think about my life, I soon begin to cry.
And all I want to do is lie down and die.
The hurtful words and scars on my heart.
I feel torn apart.

Get over it they all said, it's not that bad.
And the fact that they have no idea what it feels like makes me mad.
Because words hurt and there's nothing you can do,
That pain of everything they throw at you will never sweep through.

Depression is not a joke; it's not something you take lightly.
This world is gripping you tightly and you can't escape,
And everyone thinks you're a mistake.

Hold on to that last string of your heart.
Don't give up on people.
Even if there is one person in your life who appreciates you.
Who accepts you for who you are.
So live on and don't let the railroads of life confuse you.
Live on and be proud of who you are and not who people want you to be.

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  • Asanda by Asanda, Capetown
  • 4 years ago

This poem has really touch my soul. I thought I was the only girl who was lacking in self-esteem and in confidence thank you very much, keep up the good work may God bless you.

  • Lonneke by Lonneke, The Netherlands
  • 5 years ago

My mom did exactly the same, always when I told her I felt something. No one really understands until it's already too late. Thank you for making this poem. You should know I cried because of this, this short story had more effect on me than those other long texts people write on "How to prevent ..."

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