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Nobody Nov 21
10 years of drawing
9 years of being friends
8 years of being bullied
7 years of being bullied by you
6 years of guilt
5 years of trying to fit in
4 years of writing poetry
3 years of letting you manipulate me
2 years of knowing something was wrong with our friendship
1 year of trying to tell you
0 years of freedom
I am not 10 years old, that would be weird af, this is just the years i remember the most.
Nobody Nov 7
I wonder if you even know
How much you affected me
I wonder if you even know
How hard you made life for me
I wonder of you know
Why I get panic attacks
I wonder if you know
That I get panic attacks
I wonder if you know
Why I hurt myself
I wonder if you know...
That the cuts you made fun of me for...
Were your fault...
Sorry this gets a little intense. This is about my experience with bullies and heartless jerks.
Lexi Oct 30
it’s not sad  
   it’s lonely     
  a piece inside you yearning to be held by your mother; she was both you’re first best friend and heartbreak. Your heart will cry for what you once had or never did.. always envious of the mother daughter bond. You spend hours imagining what the future would look like with your kids and her. Then realize it’ll never happen. It’s not sad my dear, the bitter sweet ghosts of your past will play with your memories,  will squeeze your chest until it hurts to breathe, crippling your lungs leaving your body hollow and cold like a forgotten mausoleum with only the echoes of your heartbeat to let you know
you’re alive and
alone and
she isn’t coming back
GODNYX Oct 2
You're telling me everything's changed now.
But who changed, and what even changed?

The man you loved,
the one who never respected you,
who never treated you right—
he’s changed?

The house you live in,
where you're treated like a slave—
that place, that hole, has changed?

Or is it the fact
that your man killed your child
because he wanted a boy—
did that change?

And what about the guy who waited outside
while you cried?
The one who shared your pain,
stood by you,
the one you pushed away
because he asked for your love—
has he changed?

Yet here you stand,
telling me everything’s different,
even though your eyes are still red,
and you didn’t sleep a wink last night.

Your man was drunk,
beating you,
and you remembered your child.

Nothing’s changed, my love.
You’re still the same girl who dreams,
even though they’re just dreams.
And I’m still just a guy
in love.
It's more like a story. i want to convert this into novel. i hope if i ever start, i can continue writing it and can even finish the novel so wish me luck
Jeremy Betts Aug 5
Casper
That's the name they gave me
The intentions weren't friendly
They used it mockingly
Albeit creatively
Because my skin was alabaster pasty,
I was Jack Skelington skinny
And, apparently,
My blond hair and blue eyes weren't manly
So then,
I embraced it and turned it on them ceremoniously
No more Casper the Friendly,
Just Casper the Deadly
Turned to the ghost that gave nightmares to Freddy
Made the devil look heavenly
That persona went at any and every enemy
But now that I'm 40
I've let that part of me leave me
Though it was the only part of me that believed in me
The scratched up side of my flipped penny
...I miss is secretly...

©2024
Jeremy Betts Jan 16
"You're not a lot of fun to be around" she blurted
Not the first time I've heard it
I went
From being bullied to being A bully, was never meant to be permanent
You can probably guess what temperament brought more enjoyment?
So there's a solid argument to be had for it being a just verdict
But if you've never been in that predicament hold your judgmental hyperbolic rhetoric
Most folks seek out that kind of empowerment but keep it quiet, I'm just admitting it
Look, nobody's perfect but the crime has never fit my punishment
Pushed and shoved "getting back to the old me" to the back burner, against my better judgement
Cause I didn't bother with it any further, now a derelict social misfit
Then when it's my turn to take back the moment
My retort, a one and done statement;
Fck you, fck the planet and fck everyone on it
Easier to parrot that then to admit no one can stand me past the first minute
I don't know if it's the misplacement of hurt and anger, a cover for inadequate social alignment
Or a relentless deep seeded resentment for the general public
Not sure but it definitely feels organic
This old dog ain't capable of learning a new trick regardless of any enlightenment
Kinda sad isn't it?

©2024
Steve Page Jun 2023
No need to thank me.
I mean, what are bullies for?

If not to force you
to face the unpalatable.
To confront you
with the cruelest kindness.

To unrelent with unfair truth
leaving you no choice,
but to fight for your life
and strengthen your defence.

What are best bullies for?
But to boost the beast
for when he's needed.

No need to thank me.
You'd do the same for me.
You need tough friends sometimes.
Ryan Joseph Apr 2023
I had to bully myself:
By suffering from the happiness of someone else
By crying from the laughing faces of someone else
By seeing someone I loved being with someone else
And by trying to forget the reason why I loved.
birdy Apr 2022
she left me for dead,
her words slitting skin
her careful eye drawing blood.
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