So I decided this week to share a poem. I made this poem because there has been a lot of controversy in this world with bullying and suicide. Some people say that someone killed their self for attention or that victims should just get over everything that is done to them. People don't get what words do to other people. They don't understand what someone goes through in a day. They definitely don't understand that hitting someone is not an option. So when I write I speak for everyone. Pain is silent, but words don't have to be.
They don’t trust you
They don’t feel how you feel
They don’t know what you know
They don’t heal how you heal
They don’t know the process
The guidelines to my brain
Not hip to my secrets
Or if pain is really pain
They come and they go
Trying to say that they care
But enough ain’t enough
Life’s a blank stare
They don’t know my direction
They don’t fear what I fear
They don’t know that I’m crying
They can’t hear what I hear
And just for second
Everything feels good
Then I realize I can’t win life
even when I should
The very few friends
Will think that I’m selfish
Cause when It all finally ends
They’ll know I was helpless
They might ask questions
Like why didn’t she talk?
My pain was silent
Tears running down the clock
They put me through a lot
They don’t know the fight that I fought
Beat down, broken, and bought
Yeah… I said bought
They don’t know you,
They don’t Feel you
They don’t Heal you
Bang bang, all they did was kill you
