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The Bullied.
He never enjoyed going to school.
He used to bunk whenever he had the chance.
Although he was not one for breaking the rules.
He refused to submit to their ignorant demands.
He told his teachers about his problems.
How he got bullied every lunch and break time.
They said they would find a rapid way to solve them.
Somehow his confessions filtered through the grape vine.
The bullying became more intense and extreme.
He began wearing long sleeved t-shirts to hide the marks.
He knew his parents would only label him as a troubled teen.
But he yearned for their understanding and supportive remarks.
Eventually he tried talking to his dad about it.
But ironically he wasn't best known for his listening.
Besides his home was always too noisy and overcrowded.
He was sure that they wouldn't notice if he was to even go missing.
His only friends were online and on facebook.
Every night you could hear him typing away in his room.
His mother started to wonder how long this phase took
Until he'd get a girlfriend and finally change his tune.
His virtual haven was then invaded by his attackers.
He has now run out of places to escape and log in to.
Every night he went to bed emotionally and physically battered
With no one to tell all of the horrible things he has been through.
Until one day he came home from school covered in bruises.
He stormed into his room and maximised the volume on his music.
He never thought that he would actually have the courage to do this.
But his body is his to own and he should be the only one to abuse it.
He wrapped his school tie around his light dangling from the ceiling.
He stood on his bed and placed his neck through the loose knot.
He leapt forwards and hung until his feet lost all its feeling.
Then his convulsing body came to an abrupt stop.
He left this biased world leaving behind nothing but a rashly written note.
As his parents read it, they could hear his voice with every word he wrote.
Exclaiming how he was struggling living in this world and could no longer cope.
He said he was literally stifling and gave in to the rope that grasped around his throat.
I'm sorry mum and dad but at least I am finally free.
This is something that you could never be able to see.
I am in a place where I can finally be me.
I am in a place where I can finally be me.
Kela Lewis-Morin
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I had it so bad in Jr High and early HS, even the teachers promoted it. It was mainly emotional and verbal, but it really hurts when you confide in the school superintendent that you just cant handle being called---- anymore, and his only answer is, "If you werent a ----they wouldnt call you a ----." If I would habve had a weapon at the time, he would probably be dead, I was so angry at that SOB. He should not have been allowed in education..