They say, “bring back bullying,”
like pain was ever a joke worth repeating.
But why not bring back the voices
that got quieter every day
until silence was the only thing left?
Why not bring back the kids
who smiled in photos
while carrying storms in their chest?
The ones who laughed in hallways
just to survive another hour.
People miss the “old days”
without remembering
how many people never made it out of them.
Cruelty was never character-building
for the ones buried beneath it.
So no,
don’t bring back bullying.
Bring back kindness that arrived too late.
Bring back the calls unanswered,
the empty desks,
the names spoken only in past tense.
Bring back the people
who believed the world would never soften for them.
-Poisonous Poet.
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 8:06 PM UTC
They say, “bring back bullying,”
like pain was ever a joke worth repeating.
But why not bring back the voices
that got quieter every day
until silence was the only thing left?
Why not bring back the kids
who smiled in photos
while carrying storms in their chest?
The ones who laughed in hallways
just to survive another hour.
People miss the “old days”
without remembering
how many people never made it out of them.
Cruelty was never character-building
for the ones buried beneath it.
So no,
don’t bring back bullying.
Bring back kindness that arrived too late.
Bring back the calls unanswered,
the empty desks,
the names spoken only in past tense.
Bring back the people
who believed the world would never soften for them.
-Poisonous Poet.
Thought I could write another poem about my previous poem about Bullying. Feedback is welcome. Kind comments only. :)
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