I walk through halls

and shadowed rooms,

passing pitfalls;

darkness looms.

You push me down,

break me up,

Throw me around,

Into this rut.

I'm all alone,

I have nothing,

This is a war zone,

Let the death bells ring.

We're here to learn,

They say,

Respect is something you earn

The hard way.

We're here to help,

They say,

They don't hear me yelp

each painful day.

We're here to teach,

they say,

But me they do not reach

As further I will stray.

I used to be a good kid,

a smart girl with lots of friends.

But on me you put a lid

and now my wounds don't mend.

I used to be a happy girl,

with a smile on my face,

but now I'm in a whirl

as my world becomes a race.

A race for survival,

a race for each day.

I have no revival,

I just want to fly away.

Do you see what you've done?

Do you see what you've done?

Do you see what you've done?

DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE?

I stare at the knives

on the kitchen table,

wondering at other's lives

and how they are able

to go through every day

without ending it all

without finding the way

through the broken wall.

I want to end it all

you made me want to die

do you feel better for my fall

as you reach for the sky?

I want to leave this world

and it's all your fault

do you know the pit you hurled

me into with your dark assault?

With your foolish words

and your shoves at my soul

with your little hurts

and your loud death toll.

Do you know what you've done?

Can you see my broken spirit

through this song that I have sung?

Well HEAR IT

because I WILL SING IT LOUD

as I force you to your knees

I'm not messing around,

I have taken the keys

of my own destiny

and I will NOT LET YOU WIN

this life is messy

but I'll bear it with a grin

after you are gone

I will still be here

DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE

you have filled me with fear.

There is nothing inside me

and it's because of you

do you feel free,

do you feel cool?

IT'S ALL YOU

YOU DID THIS TO ME

I WILL KILL YOU

FOR THIS DON'T YOU SEE?!

IT'S YOUR FAULT

YOU PUSHED ME TO THIS

I WON'T DEFAULT

BUT YOU WON'T PLAY YOUR TRICKS

YOU'RE DEAD NOW

CAN YOU FEEL IT

DO YOU FEEL BETTER NOW

THAN YOU DIDN'T

WHEN I WAS A GOOD GIRL

WHEN I HAD A SOUL

WHEN I DIDN'T CURL

INTO A ROLL

TO GET AWAY FROM YOUR

HARSH WORDS AND HATE

WHEN I WASN'T SORE

AND IT WASN'T TOO LATE

DID YOU KNOW HOW

YOU HURT ME INSIDE MY HEAD

DO YOU FEEL BETTER NOW

THAT YOU'RE DEAD?!

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So. I HATE bullies, because I used to be bullied a lot before I pulled myself far enough out of my shell to grow a spine. I had a friend who nearly killed herself several times because of bullying, and my little sister used to cut herself because of it. This poem is for everyone who's ever felt like the dirt beneath someone elses's shoes, because I know how that feels and I know the rage that comes with it, later, if you don't get over it fast enough. I understand why some kids take guns to school to avenge themselves, and though I don't condone that or agree with it, this poem is also for them, because I understand how it happened, and it wasn't their fault.

This world is so messed up, and so many people just sit by and watch and don't do anything about it, and that makes me angrier than I can possibly express. We have to help other people, especially the people in pain. Don't be a by-stander! DO SOMETHING- YOU SEE US HURTING, HELP US! DON'T SIT BY AND DO NOTHING WHEN THERE'S ALWAYS SOMETHING YOU CAN DO, EVEN IF IT'S JUST BEING NICE TO PEOPLE!