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You're looking great today, man.
You got that nice smug smile.
You're feeling good and confident.
You're ready to spit your bile.
Hey, remember that kid?
The one you and your goons beat?
Yeah, him. You didn't hear?
They just buried him six feet.
You got that nice smug smile.
You're feeling good and confident.
You're ready to spit your bile.
Hey, remember that kid?
The one you and your goons beat?
Yeah, him. You didn't hear?
They just buried him six feet.
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My School Says I'm Worthless (sort of a rant)
I'm a criminal because my values aren't their values
And I'm scum to say the least
Because I'm not on their list
Of academics
High achievers
Schooling-keen
Fervent believers
Ones who have their lives set out
And drink from molten glory raining down from
School top balconies...
And I have myself left to blame for all the non-attempts
And truancies; the bleak distractions
That help me escape the inviolable test-score stares
Of disapproval that I attract from their
Sternly-sculpted syllabus-minds
And they're forced to ask me 'Why?
Why are you still here?'
And I can barely say
That I'm afraid to leave.
That I know that no-one knows
Who
Or what
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Scream
I had a dream, once. It was about a year ago, on a Tuesday night. I went to be early to be ready for work the next day. Exhausted, I fell instantly into a deep slumber. Soon visions began turning in my head, and they combined to tell a story.
…
It began as a memory. I was a child, perhaps 10 years old. I lived with my parents in a large, two story home in the suburbs. It was made of stone with wooden boarding on the second story and black shutters. A single tree stood in the front yard which I use to climb onto the patio cover and enter the house through one of the windows. Our neighbourhood was filled with trees, only a f
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The Bully
Hello
I saw you today
yes I did
you looked even more pathetic than what you used to
as you cling to your boyfriend
showing him off like he is some kind of trophy
you have nothing better to brag about
other than the ''hunk'' you call your ''love'' your ''baby'' or any kind of foolish name you come up with
or so you think ,but you hide the fact that he only wants to fuck you
and then move on to the next one
your just another piece of meat to him
do you know that?
no you wouldn't
you're too naïve and small minded to look through all the sweet words he rubs over your raging hormones
Hello
I saw you today
I know you saw me too
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Hey Bully #2You girls look so pretty.
Did you wake up like this?
Were you born with it?
Were you also born real fake?
You know what I mean.
Pretending to be her friend.
Talking about her behind her back.
Setting her up to fail and fall.
She's in the hospital now.
You're lucky she's recovering.
But the blood from her wrists
are on your hands now.
Unless you change.
Suicide may involve only one person, but there are many reasons that drive that person to do it. Make sure you're not one of those reasons.
A deviant
read this and wrote a response to this. Make sure to check it out. Here it is Hey Nerd!Hey, Nerd.
What’s the matter? Feeling down?
Someone say something cruel?
They lowered your self-esteem?
Must be ‘cause you’re so uncool.
Don’t believe them. Of course that’s not true.
They trample you because they’re weak.
They hide behind you as a scapegoat.
They chose us because we’re unique.
Just remember you’re not alone.
Even now, you’ve got a friend.
You may not see your allies,
But they’ll be with you to the end.
They’ve been there; they know your pain.
They’ve fought such battles of their own.
They’ve fought alone, without support.
They won’t let you suffer alone.
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His oldest, fiery Julianna, had a penchant for beautiful gowns. Golden Josephine, his second oldest, admired jewelry, conservative and exotic. The youngest, modest Joanna, found wonder in the simplest things.
All three were so different but together reminded Ian of his late wife. They were all he needed and wanted. And they were all he had when the Beaumont business fell.
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This piece would be perfect for our anti-bullying project -- an online gallery for artists who explore the theme of bullying in their work. It's called the You Will Rise Project. Check it out here: http://youwillriseproject.com and read the "Submit Work" section to read how to share your work on our site. Thanks!