I cry myself to sleep at night
Just wishing it would stop
Maybe tomorrow it will cease
Then again, maybe not
You push me and you poke me
You call me hurtful names
To me it's like a prison
But to you it's fun and games
Your heart is made of ice
But it doesn't even deserve that
Mine was once a rainbow
But you have moulded it to darkest black
I hate you, I hate everyone
There is no one I can trust
Are you proud of what you've done?
You've turned my soul to dust
«Alex»
This was written as part of a "cyber-mentor" training. I have been trained to help people who have been bullied. (particuarly cyber bullying) This was a piece of empathy work (I'm not being bullied :)
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