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Cyberbully, yes that's you,
You said things that were not true.
Behind a screen, you can act,
But you don't see how I react.

Mom, wants to know,
Whats bothering me so,
I say its nothing, a little lie,
Even though you made me cry.

Daddy, is mad,
Why is his little girl sad?
Again I say Its nothing you see,
Even when its tearing apart at me.

Why? Why? I want to know?
What did I do to hurt you so?
Why? Why? You made me cry,
So I just ask why
Depression | A Poem
By : Cambie
The wind hasn't howled this loud,
Since the day I was happy, and proud.
The torture and pain,
Beats on me like hard rain,
And there is no way of escape.

No place of happiness, no place that true,
But I feel close to it, when I'm near you.
But I have come to a conclusion,
This place, all an illusion.
And there is no way of escape.

But, when I ask a simple question,
Is it all just a reflection,
Of what I never wanted,
All these dreams been haunted,
But a glimpse of hope , to be seen.
Do you know?
All the pain caused,

Do you know?
I'm ashamed because,

Do you know?
Of those marks on my arms,

Do you know?
I wish would end.
So, it's terrible. Yep.
I look up, to the small little lights,
That are only seen at night.
I know beyond them, a new world awaits,
Past the galaxies, into heaven's golden gates.

There, there is no pain, no fear.
I wish it would be close, be near.
No hurt and no doubts,
But no way, I'll ever get out.

Not a prison, such as this world,
For I'm only a small girl.
But I can understand, I can see,
Where one day, I will be.
She looked out the window,
On that retsif little day,
Then Mijana, the girl, saw a pindow!
It tweeting, it swanged, it went a new way.
“Oh, a Pindow!” She yelled,
Out in glee,
“Look! I found a Pindow,
just for me!”
Out of the flopity door,
She tarnited, she leapt and ran.
“Oh a Pindow!” Mijana sang,
And she saw even more!
A Pindow shopnigited, it grupped,
And it mupped,
“Kerploop! It will **** me!”
Mijana cried in loee.
Then, she drogtipped,
And slayed the beast,
For the plowteast!
Now dead!
The Pindow she saw,
Died in a trayu way,
Mijana, She was a hero!
That sums up that day!
It's a school project, okay?
Why?
Do they they not listen?

What?
Is their purpose?

When?
Will they realise?

Who?
Tries to stop them?

How?
Can they live with themselves,
After they have seen the affects,
Of bullying?
A sort of free verse poem.
"Thank your stars your not that way,
turn your back and walk away!
Don't even pause and ask them why,
turn around and say goodbye!"
~Wish Them Well, Rush
Its not something I wrote, but is something I live by.
The world isn't the best,
But you have to try,
Don't listen to the rest.
You don't deserve to die.

— The End —