1000 Voices Speak for Compassion : Bullying

Cyber and school Bullying

Cyber Bullying

So now you have it , you have exposed your soul.

Here it is laid bare

You have opened up your entire life, have a care.

Not everyone is as loving and caring as you.

Beware  of what unkind souls might do.

Once they get inside your head

They can check you out and manipulate anything you’ve said.

They can eat you up and plague you, spit you out and leave you dead.

OH! you must beware

They will strip you down and leave you bare.

They don’t know who you are

They don’t care, it is easier for them your mind to scar.

They will expose your secrets and sell your soul

Tell lies about you and expose your whole.



Hi, long time no see, what? surely you remember me.

Would you like a drink relax lets talk you can feel free.

Why did you call me all those names,

Why did you exclude me from all your games.

Was I so ugly was I so fat ,

Why was I something at which you just spat.

Why did I let you make me cry

So many days and nights I just wanted to die.

I still carry the scars on my arms and my back

Why did I let you get to me , for something you lack.

What made you think think you were so much better than me.

Why did I let you tether my spirit which I should of set free.

Why did you hound me where ever I went

Why were you so, on my destruction bent.

I have never kidded myself that I was in any way stunning

But the way you treated me and made me look bad was cunning.

You stuck you protractors and pencils in my legs

When we had cookery you made sure you broke my eggs.

If I ever cried or made a fuss  I’d hear your laughter.

If tried to tell the teacher they’d dismiss me, they’d call me a martyr.

Do you know what, I am through  with all of you

I have succeeded in my life I do not have to explain myself  at all.


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 knew 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 at 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.


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 everywhere,

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.


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.


12 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Mr. Militant Negro
    Mar 20, 2015 @ 22:42:00

    Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.


  2. Gronda Morin
    Mar 20, 2015 @ 23:15:17

    You delivered your message so well. It is very moving.


    • willowdot21
      Mar 20, 2015 @ 23:19:22

      Thank you, I was bullied at school and when I can I write to make people think about the subject. I hate bullying of all types thank you for reading. You caught me as I am off to bed. I shall be looking at your blog tomorrow. xx


  3. bearspawprint
    Mar 21, 2015 @ 02:39:46



  4. Paul
    Mar 21, 2015 @ 03:41:37

    Extremely well done Willow. A very articulate and excellent piece. Thank You.


  5. TanGental
    Mar 21, 2015 @ 08:56:16

    There are some briliant lines The ten lines from WHY in the middle are spot on. Well done Willow.


    • willowdot21
      Mar 21, 2015 @ 17:26:17

      Yes I agree and having been bullied myself when at school I feel very strongly about the subject! I think Immie must of been bullied too to write such a perfect song! xxxxx


  6. 1EarthUnited
    Mar 21, 2015 @ 17:16:13

    So important to spread awareness about bullying, nicely done!
    Imogen Woo Hooo! ❤



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