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Sue Aug 2015
They're laughing,
I'm crying,
They're pretty,
I'm ugly,
They're laughing,
I'm bleeding.
Oct 30,2014
Sophie phippen Jul 2015
You meet someone who actually cares,
You speak until you fall asleep.
You becom friends,
You become inseparable.
Until they take of there mask.
Under the mask is an evil grin,
That face knows all your secrets.
The person you once knew is gone.
They are just a face with no name,
If they put the mask back on nothing will Be the same.
They are 2 faced.
A face with no name
Alex Paczynski May 2014
There is no sympathy
for the sheep in wolves' clothing.
I am a hungry creature
who won't eat the flesh
of my brother.
I starve for my principles,
and seek protection from death
in lupine costume.
It's hard dealing with aggressive groups who just want to bully the weak.
Poetic T Jun 2015
Echoes*
            Do
                 Never
                           Fade,
                                   They
                                           Only
                                                    Get
        ­                                                  Harder
    ­                                                                 ­  To
                                                                ­          *Hear..
Arcassin B Jun 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

Born in a world of hateful people as far as I know,
Nobody gives a **** about my well being,
I'd get the same treatment if I was a Christian though,
Never talked about it so I didn't know the meaning,
Of bleeding the shame into the public,
Get it easier if you were Russian,
Man I might be wrong,
Everybody has their situations,
Been bullied for 6 years poorly, what's your excuse,
Born with the silver spoon and now you say you need the noose,
You have friends ,you have family , something I wish I had,
And you refuse,
To live the life that everyone wish they had involving you,
Anxiety took my friends,
But they were gonna betray me in the first place,
I hate the human race,
Mars was my love first,
But out of all these ******* , racist and hypocrites,
The only one with talent and don't know how the market it,
All my ex's like to tell stories to make seem dumb in it,
Dating is an understatement as far as I'm concerned,
Highschool was horrible,
But I guess I'll never learn,
Face it ! My life is gone,
I'm all alone,
Facing the truth is very stupid,
Can't wait to get out my parents home.
01. Parents Home - (18 Part 2 mEP)
Perri Jun 2015
I told my mom about events from my past,
events that shaped my bitter bones,
memories that will forever last.

I regret telling her
I had no friends until age 9
and that people would tell me
that they wish I would die.
I should have never informed her
that when I was young,
the pain people would bring to me,
tell me that I would never feel love.
I wish I didn't let her know
of the words people would constantly throw
my way.
How I would beg the teachers daily,
to not force me to go out to "play".

I was so ashamed
of the 12 grades of toucher,
until the day I was finally free.
But unfortunately,
all this damage,
it has taken far too much
away from me.

Now I am uncomfortable,
knowing that she now knows
everything I have kept covered.
I don't like people's concerns,
it makes me uneasy when they care;
I become smothered.
Violet Blue Jun 2015
Sad
I'm sad
I don't know why
I do
It's a lot of things actually
The fear of losing him
The fear we won't be close anymore after this year
If he leaves after this year
I'm not ready for that
I also don't know what to say to her
To ease her mind
To make her feel wanted and that I care
She's my best friend
But I can't  tell her
I'm still afraid of getting bullied
I'm still afraid people are judging me
All the time
It's painful
I'm confused
Hurt
Scared

**BROKEN
Hanna Kelley Feb 2015
"You don't understand"
Said her friend with her broken heart.

"You don't understand"
Her dad sighed, begging for a new start.

"You don't understand"
Screamed her boyfriend, his wrists bleeding red.

"You don't understand"
Cried her sister with the voices in her head.

"You don't understand"
Glared the boy, bullied because he was gay.

"but I do understand"
Because I am not okay.

"I understand"
I have a broken heart too.

"I understand"
I need a new start, but you have no clue.

"I understand"
My wrists have bled, my family isn't very kind.

"I understand"
The voices scream and yell throughout my mind.

"I understand"
I am bullied almost everyday.

"I understand"*
Because I am not okay.
Zac Hill May 2015
As a child I hid behind the thick walls of my imagination
Save from those who bullied me
From those who called me names and through stuff
I was safe... but alone
The only company I had were the figures of my imagination
Inspired by Saturday morning cartoons
They were heroes
They were my friends
But imagination didn't exist in the jail I was stuck in
Eight hours a day five days a week for three long years
The teasing got worse
The bullies got nastier
The teachers cared less and less
The spark of change all happened when I was moved
The sight of that place growing smaller as we drove away
That was hell, down there in the place I now call my past
Heaven is up here where I now reside
Living life with a brighter outlook
The walls were broken down by the people I now call friends
I'm not alone anymore
Safe behind the walls of others hearts
As some know I was bullied as a child and the only thing that made me feel safe was during the weekends when I wasn't at school and could enjoy the freedom of using my imagination. I loved watching Saturday morning cartoons and made up imaginary friends from cartoon characters. But that was the past and I now live a life with many friends, real friends that make me happy.
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