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Bullying
I take a breath, each day wishing It was my last. The names you call me cut deep like a razor blade piercing my skin. Each day I’m left to wonder when it will all end. It seems the halls have eyes and he lockers whisper lies. When did you start these rumors? When did you become fake? I thought you were my friend I guess I made a big mistake. My eyes are full of tears my life full of fears. I just want to die, but something’s holding me here. I wish it would let go and let me peacefully pass cause the strength I have just won’t last. I have no one on my side for everyone’s on ours, you kick and push me down and knock me to the ground. I’ve had enough and death won’t come soon enough. I want to leave to get out of here. This world doesn’t think I’m good enough. The pills are in the cabinet he bathtubs waiting for me, but something keeps pulling me further and further away. I wish it’d let me go cause I’d rather die than live this way. Each day it seems the halls have eyes and the lockers whisper lies. Till the day my mother tells me, where moving far away from here, my heart filled with joy and that frown that had permanently been glued to my face slowly started to turn to a smile. You couldn’t knock me down any longer I was free or our evil grasp, free at last. Whatever it was that kept me living I think it for believing I could do it and make it through that mess. Starting my life over I’ll make it through any test. My life was worth fighting for so is yours , never give up hope for there will always be a brighter tomorrow.

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