Cyberbullying Poem
It never ends.
The tormenting.
The cruelty.
It’s like I’m in a jail cell.
Get.
Me.
Out.

Worthless, nothing, death-deserving.
I already know.
You don’t have to remind me.

“It’s no big deal,” these adults say.
“Just turn off your computer and you’ll be fine!
When I was your age…”
No.
I don’t want to hear it.

Power buttons don’t solve anything
Unless they clear my mind of these thoughts.
Echoing.
In the void.
Echoing.

I can’t take it.
“Kill yourself.”
First amendment rights?
Right.
Echoing.
Kill.

Nobody wants me to live.
Why do I even have to?
It’s not like anyone will care.
Does
Anyone
Hear
Me?

Silence.
The giggling whispers of those girls have been hushed.
Nobody says a word.
Where did she go?
Where?
Did?
She?
Go?