Growing up,

I was the oddball, with two sisters,

destined to a terrible fall,

a mother who loved us, but a dad who raped us,

physically and emotionally tearing down walls,

each day I would hold my eyes closed when waking a bit longer just to stall..

Mad, at his mother, because he thought she didnt care,

but in the background, she ripped out hair,

screaming for relief that wasnt there..

Each day, a nightmare, with destruction and grief,

as she layed next to a man who would use her too,

just for personal relief,

And so, she braved the south,

waking us at night, and covering our mouths,

to stifle cries of surprise, to wisk away to an almost eventually demise..

but that. Was to her surprise. As we drove, cutting corners, and speeding down,

a two lane highway, I spied a bit a away,

A green van, that had to be my dads, and thats when I got mad,

screaming to my mother, to drive faster, to escape,

And she said that it wasnt him, and we met our fate,

with a bang and crash, he had met our car to clash,

and grabbed her swift and quick, and in a flash..

hit her once, twice, three times, with a bash..

Bloody rocks, and muddy water, silencing the cries of my loving mother..

Just so everyone knows, she made it, but life at home, grew hard to take it,

So I sought out school, looking to get out,

but met with a violent hate, and everyone waiting to bout..

Cold shoulders, and firey words, to the oddball who spoke to much,

Holding on to a shredded ray of hope, like a broken crutch..

In 1st grade, I made "friends" who would never be there for me in the end,

and a teacher so full of hate, when I announced me leaving, she said, "Thank God, I dont have to hear 

your loud ass mouth anymore," And from that day on, I swore..

To never speak, nor talk, but to just walk,

The bullying getting worse as the yell of hatred was so overpowering, it got hoarse,

And I sent out signals of pain quietly like Morse..

Hoping for a savior, my crutch of hope snapping, eventually breaking, making life terrible, and as I entered the 6th grade...

I thought that life had been made, a boy destined to end it, quiet and alone,

But one girl caught on, like I called her phone, and she rushed to my aid,

told me I was worth it, and filled the holes.

But little did I know, she had a life just like mine, and like a blossom, she opened,

spilling secrets I thought one so perfect would have to never know,

a father like mine, and a mother no better, Sara was hoping to be wisked away by a letter..

She needed a new heart, and I gave her my mended one, in hopes to save her from drowning,

in hate, and self disrespect, but soon she got picked on for hanging out with a nerd, she transfered to 

homeschool so fast, NONE OF MY CLASSMATES REMEMBER WHO SHE WAS!

But it was too late, hate and dismay, destroyed the girl who saved my life, so she called me up late at 

night, and I begged her to stop, just to hear the phone drop..

A bang from a chair that haunts me to this day, and a rope that creaked from too much strain,

the face of a girl, with a single tear as life drained, her head in a noose, her soul on the loose..

A bitter hate, filled inside, how can one so great be destined to die, as the kids who tormented her got 

to play, why MUST SHE BE BURIED BENEATH DIRT AND CLAY,

WORDS OF HATE THE LAST PIECES OF HAY,

THAT BROKE HER HEART DAY TO DAY!

WHY HER, and not ME! The oddball boy that got picked on,

and used like an old toy..

But I swept up my broken heart, sure that she was the only one like me,

That the world was pain free...

I wish now, I had been right,

that bullying had lost all its might,

but as I trudged on in middle school, gaining popularity,

using a fake smile that people thought was clarity...

I reached highschool, where I was made a fool,

as I noticed fake smiles, all around,

all happiness turned upside down,

And the feeling of oppression filled my soul,

The bells of suicide always on toll,

till I grabbed some pills, tired of my fill,

and I got on Facebook one last time,

to try and fill the smiles of those on their last line,

to meet a girl... 

A savior again, who made amends,

gave me hope, and then I stopped the mope, and grabbed the ropes,

flinging myself into happiness, my new dope.

But soon, I found she faced similar hate, her parents always razing,

school where hateful words were always blazing,

Of a body imperfect, too small there, not enough there, and a lot of messy hair,

Their vision of a perfect women distorted by rappers who claim to be artist,

they only want, "big booty girls" who are as shallow as half a glass of liquor,

that they gorge themselves on, to press on and on, as they break down the walls of my girlfriend,

I felt all the hate and self turmoil, turn to fear and depression, as fear crept in,

about what I was destined, to lose another savior.. 

Another I looked up to.

So as they threw words of hate and lies, I threw words of love and honesty,

while sticking to modesty, because to ME, to ME, she is perfect, and God agrees,

calling every ones body a temple,

and her body is where I worship, and I thank day to day,

where I fall to my knees and pray,

Telling god that I am happy she was sent my way,

but everyday, a bully or more tells her to end it, to just get over it,

and I try to remedy the pain, but the memory of hateful words follow like a train,

And I just hope, and need, to not be fighting a losing battle, or my life, would of had little matter...

I remember meeting my best friend, and how we met, two bullies,

calling him Hitler, his bright blue eyes growing bitter,

and that day, I snapped, and life seemed to be mapped,

so I took my fist, and with a smack, I hushed the haters,

left them in physical pain, for all the pain they dealt..

They just.. they had to know how it felt..

To be tired of living cause of pain, and you just wanna melt..

I regret giving pain, but not the lesson, because from that day on, I gained a friend, and they stopped 

messin..

But what makes these stories terrible, is not the outcome,

but the plot, made up of this and that, and all what not,

all deal with bullies, who bruise and beat their way up,

destroying lives with words and fist, making depression seep in like a mist,

All the lives I failed to save, and failed to mention, a list..

Sat in the back of my mind, as I write these lines, I hope to save more lives,

By stressing a single point, Hate, and Words, can kill just as quick as a knife,

so before, you decide to tell the girl she is ugly, for not fitting media, or the boy,

that he is a weirdo, for being different, think about this..

Everything isnt crystal clear, and they may live life in fear of parents or people,

So keep in check your mouths, and words of hate,

and you may save a life, you could of taken..