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You can tear me down, You can up and make me cry, You can tease and taunt me, You can make me want to die, You can spread your rumours, You can torture me to hell, You can trip my efforts up, You can...
@misslittleDHP. To all the bullied. They call you fat,. Stupid, retarded. When they only say so. Because it's how. They feel about themselves. Never be silenced. Every voice needs to be heard.
If you bully me then your no better than the rest. No better than the ones who bully you. Why make me feel the way you do. Why make me feel like nothing, when you have everything.
Bullying A kids life long dream is to flourish and fly. Spread his or her life long wings to soar and reach the sky's, with no limits.
Ways to tell if you're heartless: You're still making fun of the Polish and calling them dumb even after the Nazis forced them into ghettos and destroyed their lives and homes, You're still making...
That girl you called a slut in class today, she’s a virgin. The pregnant girl walking down the street, she got raped.
Not mine, unknown artist. That boy you punched in the hall today, commited suicide a few minutes ago. That girl you called a slut in class today is a virgin.
Life has become so.... So bland.
Your crying eyes, the tears that fall. Looks like you wont make it. Before you fall, I’ll give you my all. I’ll try to make them stop it, so don’t sweat it.
Okay so, I'm quite angry at someone at school. I have a friend who's a great friend of mine.. And she's a lesbian.
Every time you say I harsh word, Every time you shove and push, You shrink.
Task: write a story, any length, any genre that is about bullying Deadline: 8 July 2012 Fee: Free Who is it for. Anyone, any age What is the prize.
General anti bullying poem. Bullying is something I can't and won't stand to see. It knots up all my feelings and really angers me. Im sat here smiling because I always seem to find the drama.
Bullies. You know what I don't understand you, it's how you push people around, some thinking it's fun, some just not caring. You people are sick. One of my friends got bullied, and I'm done with you.
A poem about no longer being bullied. A callous whisper in the wind. You never let it lie. Obsession with the pain you cause. Yet I no longer cry. Resilience it grew with time.
Wanna make fun of me. I don't care. Your torment used to be too much to bare. I cried and felt weak, Sometimes too troubled to speak, All because of you. But, I learned one thing.
Today I watched a Episode of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, the story of this Makeover was about a boy named Ty who used to get bullied in School and in the end took his own life.