bullying

The 13th was the night it it happened

The trajedy that created a stir

A stir I still remember

The flashing lights, unending laughter

We danced until it ended

The girl who sat alone in the myths of darkness

She ate alone

She had no friends

She was alone

No one there to love her

Little did we know that she would die that night

I went to the bathroom to take a break

And there i found her body

A pool of blood, blood dark and thick

Was sitting all around her

And in her hand there lied a note

Soaked in blood

I took the note and read it

"my name is Lea,she wrote,

I am sixteen

I bet you didn't know that

Because of your arrogance

I have no friends

No one  to care, no one to share

I eat alone, i walk home alone

I have no one to talk to

Some people call me dirty names

Names that come from below

People say i'm ugly

I hope you know i cannot stand another day living like this

So that is why i chose to die

To leave all this behind

I hope your happy you have won

You give me no choice

But to commit suicide

So please just do me this little favor

Tell my father not to cry  

It was not at all his fault

Tell my brother to keep his faith and keep me in his heart

Tell my mom i love her  

And to pass along my story

And as for you, i hope you've learned your lesson

How a little bullying can drive someone insane"

When i had finished the letter

I felt my knees break down as i cried

What had i done

Had i just killed a girl so innocent

I felt so guilty

But what to do?

Should i report it to the police?

Or keep it wrapped up inside

Today after years of therapy

I am thirty five

I teach kids all ages

That bullying is wrong

I hope they never have to learn this lesson

The tagic way i learned mine.




Author's Notes/Comments: 

im not actually 35 i was just inspired

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Hey I'm not feeling at my best so this critique will be small. I think this poem is funny, because you were definately inspired to write this...I'm thirty five. That has to mean something maybe like that you really care for people who commite sucide (obviously after your poem suicide.) Maybe you want to be a person who educates children about bulling when your're older. This is a well plotted poem but i would change some parts. "I went to the bathroom to take a break" doesn't really sound like it fits nicely. Also from the fifth to the 6th line, you just change the subject and it left me wondering what the first five lines were doing there and what they had to do with the poem. Maybe (this is tottally rough) but something like "everyone had the time of their lives expect ..." Just a sentence that makes it fit together. a gluing sentence. overall this poem is good with a few places that need editing. You should also read over your poems before you post them for spelling errors, it makes it hard to understand when "ou" is actually "you". *mine isn't like the possesif of me it's pronounced with an i like the one in if and the ne is like if you have to take french clases in school like ne and pas.*