Who I am

This is a poem that i decided to write. It in no way is about me or anyone i know. It's just a little advice about bullying and anti-bullying! so please don't bully!!!

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1. The only Chapter Since This Is A Poem

I was just like the rest.

Or so you thought.

Everyday I would come to school with a smile on my face,

Only to go home and cry.

I would deceive people with a simple smile and laugh,

I never let them find out about the tears and sobs inside of me. 

No, I will keep it locked inside of me,

At least that's what I always thought.

I thought I could keep it locked inside of me without it tearing me apart,

But I was wrong.

Slowly yet surely it tore my soul apart day by day,

And yet I still acted like it wasn't.

No one knew except me,

I didn't want anyone to know except me,

Or did I?

Was I suffering from the loneliness?

Or did I like it?

I didn't know and clearly I didn't care.

Because I let this pain in my heart grow.

I let my heart fuel my body with pain.

And no one knew.

Because even though I let my heart fuel my body,

Something else was fueling that fake smile,

Those fake laughs,

The happy life everyone thought I was living.

All though i thought this pain would lead to nothing,

It lead to something worse than pain,

I like to call this death.

The death of my soul,

Of my true happiness,

Of my life.

And I let this death creep over me,

I didn't try to stop it,

Because I thought no one would care if I left.

No,

I knew no one would care.

They just all thought I was a failure.

They thought I didn't try.

They thought I chose to be alone.

They thought I wanted to hurt.

But,

I wasn't a failure.

I did try.

I didn't choose to be alone.

They were the ones who hurt me.

I was done.

Done with them.

Done with myself.

Done with life in general.

So,

I took the leap, the jump, the fall,

To my death.

I became just another story on the front page of the news paper.

I became the next we will always remember you.

I became the next funeral.

I was the next but certainly not last funeral.

I became what they thought I would never become,

Because they were all so stupid to see this death coming.

Because they never saw that I didn't choose to be alone.

That I didn't choose to hurt.

That I didn't choose to die.

But,

That they forced me to be alone.

That they forced me to hurt.

That they told me to die.

They were all to stupid to see...

Who I am.

 

SIDE NOTE!!

THIS IS NOT ABOUT ME OR ANYONE I KNOW.

IT IS JUST A POEM TO RAISE ANTI-BULLYING AWARENESS!!!

SO PLEASE DON'T BULLY!

STOP IT!! 

THANKS!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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