Clear mind starts to fade
And kind heart filled with hate
A mind full of blades
And putting people into their graves

Clean brain consumpts darkness
And the eyes become blind
He only seek for vengeance
And drink the blood from the ones he dislike

The evil mind controlled his hands
The anger controlled his legs
He will put your life to an end
And let your soul perish in hell

Stop bullying
And stop putting scars in their heart
When they starts hurting
Don't even ask why they did that
Back when I was in my school, I used to get bullied and everybody hated me. The darkest mind haunts me and I started to think of killing them or suicide. I don't feel hurt anymore but I wrote this to let the others know what I thought in those times
Walking down the school corridor
The kid is sad, deeps down he feels bad
Once again they have been mean
They did not give him a choice

A face without expression,
He pushes the door of the class,
He enters the class and sit,
They talk and laugh

But he does not listen,
They don't exist anymore
All ghosts through his eyes
It will all be over soon

He reaches for his tool of destruction
Unleashes all the hate he accumulated
They fall like bad memories
Finally, he says goodbye to this cruel world
Physical abuse
Verbal abuse
Emotional abuse
Spiritual abuse
Financial abuse
Which stands out to you none because they are all abuse.
mjad Aug 8
Hey babe
You say you don't like a shit talker
But my bad bitch energy just made you harder
Mei B Aug 6
You sit there on the other side of that phone screen, with a face so mean.
Envious because I have how you wish your life could be, so you try to make yours better by manipulating me.

Fake and a liar what a true villain. I am the heroine.
Stalking, preying, I wish you would just get out. All I can do is let out is a silent shout.

It’s hard being the bigger person but I have truly gone my own way.
You’ve attempted to make amends but your nasty personality is what still remains.
I’ve turned the other cheek and don’t like your persistence.
So please, get off my back and stay keeping your distance.
for the fake friend that only wants to see me fall and the one I’ve come to truly see for who she really is. a statement to let her know I’m done with being too nice to people who don’t deserve it.
"Your skin look darker than most of your friends, you're an 'asian' girl, you're supposed to take care of your skin so you won't look like 'black' people."

First of all, just because you "said" that I am an Asian girl, that doesn't mean I can't have dark skin.

Second of all, yes I have dark skin, but that doesn't mean I didn't take care of my skin, it's just the way it is, does my skin color bother you?

And last, why should I be ashamed when someone compared me to African-American people?
Why should I be ashamed when someone compared to Papua New Guinea people? We all are human being anyways.
just wanna say it to the internet, this is what I've been through, and people called it "society".
Eva Tongali Jul 29
Whenever a classmate or a stranger made a comment about my appearance,
my loved ones always said:

“Don’t listen to them”

Because growing up, everyone knew I was a bigger girl,
People called me fat before they called me by my name.
Being ridiculed for being fat was all I had ever known,
And how could I have not listened,
when I was called fat more than I was told “I love you.”
But you can’t admit you are fat,
instead you have to:

“Don’t listen to them”

I lost all of the weight in middle school and was left with curves you could only find on photoshopped Instagram models,
I went from girls calling me a whale to guys screaming across the street asking if that could tap this.
I wondered if things would’ve been better if I stayed fat, if I let go of the shame and just learned to love myself instead of turning into a new person.
I would tell my loved ones about how sexualized I was,
They said in order for me not to be the girl I was perceived as:

“Don’t listen to them”

I was raped in my freshman year of high school, with ptsd haunting my every minute.
Two strangers voices replaying very different things in my head at all times.
One called me beautiful, the other a slut.
I used the advice I had heard so many times throughout my life,
And maybe I’m not a slut, but I’m not beautiful either.

How am I supposed to react when people hurt me but said things I’m supposed to believe?

I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I’m not normal and I don’t take compliments very well.
Maybe it’s because I don’t get them very often, or maybe it’s because I

“Don’t listen to them.”
This is a very vulnerable piece based on different times in my life.
Lily Jul 28
That boy who you see in class everyday,
Yeah, the one with the long hair that covers his eyes
And the dark, ratty sweatshirt?
Do you know what he goes through on a daily basis?
His mom is a crack addict, his dad is in jail,
And he's the youngest of seven siblings.
The only real food he ever gets is
The “terrible” school lunch, which to him
Tastes like heaven.
The only real exercise he gets is from
Running away from his mom when she's high,
And the only real alone time he ever gets is
When his mom locks him in the
Bathroom for days at a time.
So don't get mad at him for
Missing your group's presentation day,
Or for always asking you for your food at lunch.
Get mad at the people who make
His life at school as bad as home,
The people who talk loudly about his horrible hygiene,
Who laugh when he doesn't understand a math problem,
Who visibly flinch whenever he walks by just for the fun of it.
Get mad at them.
And then get mad at yourself.
Be upset with yourself for having the power
To help this kid and kids like him, and ignoring it.  
Be upset with yourself for talking
About him behind his back,
Refusing to share your food at lunch with him,
And for avoiding him in class.
Be upset with yourself.
And then do something with this anger,
This passion you have built up.
Share his story, help someone like him,
At least vow to never, ever, let something
Like this happen to your child.
I wrote this poem.
What will you do?
king Jul 27
‘Fat’, you scribbled across my locker door,
And later that day we went to war.
You twisted my words which made you feel smart,
It felt like barbed wire had pierced my heart.

The rumours flew through the entire school,
It left me looking like the most enormous fool.
A hunter following along my trail,
All I could do was sit and wail.

You teased and taunted,
Said things that haunted.
Like a mantis you preyed,
And slowly everything began to fade.

You laughed at all the questions I asked,
And tripped me as I walked past.
Purple bruises and scars painted my face,
A black hole sucked my feelings into a void of space.

Now I sit here all alone in this corner,
Wishing that I was a little stronger.
Nothing left to lose nor gain,
But I plead you never to do this again.
I ran across a butterfly
with a broken wing, struggling
only wishing to soar in the sky
this left me thinking

How many actresses are out there
that can make a man cry
that make you say
what is Hecuba to her
You know the kind

She ran away back in 05
out to Cali, looking for a small break
she is still waiting

tables

12 hour shift then
leaves to practice
before she breaks down
and cries
and calls it a night

How many poets paint
a picture using only
language
never to be discovered
You know the kind

The shy kid in class
that is always picked on
scribbles in a journal
if only you could read it
you would

understand

He walks home
to yelling parents
locks his door
and writes some more
before he breaks down
and cries
and calls it a night

only to repeat it
again
again

I picked up that butterfly
and brought him to the grass
away from the burning road
and speeding cars

I hope one day
it will fly
again
again
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