The Bullied...

Feel the despair of loneliness inside,

wanting attention, begging for a tide.

Gasping for air, needing to get away,

urging the pain of life to just sway.

To hold you tight and not let you drift,

wanting to move forward, but only shift.

Feel the cold kisses that the wind sends,

as you lay still with only bends.

Urging your heart to mend to one,

to make the pain go numb.

Have no thought in mind that can hide it away,

to pretend the you’re okay, as you say hey.

Feel the touch of reality,

wanting you to break into insanity.

Digging deep into your thoughts,

leaving you in a room of endless lots.

Not letting you breath without the constant hate,

of one’s success, with the outcome of only becoming bate.

Feel the loud silence of echoing torment,

as you taste the sweat of your skin from attempt,

of constant endless running.

Trying to stay positive, away from them hunting.

Using you as prey, as their amusement,

treating you as a puppet of entertainment.

Feel the tears pour down,

as you hide from the crown,

of tension in their scorning eyes,

of pure happiness of their burning lies.

Having you senseless from your own feelings,

leaving you speechless,

from their friendless,

lives.

When the truth is that you shouldn’t pick,

on someone your own size,

but on your own careless,

brainless,

coward-less mind!

Because in reality,

stick and stones may break you,

But, so will words.