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Bullying No matter how hard the boy tried
The other children didn’t seem to accept Tim
After school, he went home and cried
Because the other children made fun of him
As he grew up, it all became worse
Fists to his face, tape on his glasses
He prayed for the end of his curse
Prayed for his safety between classes
But they didn’t stop, he kept on crying
Pushes in the halls, books to the ground
They crowded around him, their fists flying
Beat until he didn’t make a sound
He came to and went home
Said he couldn’t take it anymore
Why did he deserve to be all alone?
He opened the bottle and began to pour
The white pills that would help him die
First in his hand, then down his throat
No hope, no regret, he didn’t even cry
After all, who did he have to keep him afloat?
One person is all he needed, one friend
But no one spoke up; they just stood to the side
One person could have prevented his end
A person who could have at least tried
This is very sad. But very
This is very sad. But very well written. I wish that I could have known him, because I would have been his friend.
thanks! and aww, how nice of
thanks! and aww, how nice of you. if a bunch of people just befriended him, maybe no one would pick on him, and even if they did, at least he'd have people there for him.
Lovely
Like this poem. Really speaks about society and bullying.
thanks.
thanks.
I will.
I speak for Tim.
Save Tim in Time.
The world needs more people
The world needs more people like you