23 April 2012
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 :)
Bullying • Opuss № I