May it burn their ears

It’s was always the same she got left out of their games. Pushed around and ostracized, taunted with nasty names. If she tried to ask for help they made a worse reprise.

Her tummy and her head always caused her pain, mum took her to the Drs, again and again. So why did no one see the hurt did no one see her tears somehow it all got missed through out the early years.

Puberty and another set of rules she changed faster and looked different from them which made their tongues more  cruel.

She worked hard and kept her head down but that did her no good they painted on her  coat “I AM THE SCHOOL CLOWN’. She just accepted that…well they new she would.

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Always out on a limb always on her own surrounded by many but always left alone .

Every year she’d tell herself this one would be better every year they found nastier and meaner ways to get  her.

In her room at home she’d sit and cut herself the blood felt good as it seeped away that was pain she could control and she did so every day.

She cut her arms she cut her thighs and below her waist anywhere that didn’t show it all hurt less than the bullying she faced.

Home was no escape you see her mobile and the computer were just another way the bullies could get to her.Such wicked lies and doctored images of her, she just could find no peace . She blessed the days she got off sick for they were a release. Rest-bite for a while until they came to visit and fooled her mum with a smile.

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Eventually all the cutting that she did could not compensate for the messages, the gossip on face book the texts and all the hate.

She could not tell her teachers she could not tell her mum there was no one else she could tell so what was to be done.

They took some pictures of her in the changing room. They posted them on face book, beebo and myspace too. She knew they were all laughing at her but  what was she to do.

Her mum was worried witless by the state of her lovely girl , she was pale and listless and hair fell out by the curl. Even worse she suspected that she was cutting herself she’d found a bloodied blouse dropped on the laundry shelf.

Determined she could sort this her mum went up to the school , everyone told her that her mum was such a fool.

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They found her Monday morning hanging in the hallway, some screamed some cried some where sick but not one of them had a nasty word to say. So yes she had silenced them but at such a price  she paid so dearly for them to stop, she paid for their silence with her life.

The whole school attended  the funeral , flowers ever where, and photos of her, she was a very pretty girl, that made them stop and stare.

They had never really look at her, her tormentors and her piers. I hope they learned the lesson and that her suicide note burns their ears.

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There is too much bullying too much weight on how you look , well beauty is skin deep if you look into my book.

It isn’t only girls who get bullied and pushed around there are just as many boys who have bullies screwing them around.

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