Bullying (Amanda Todd) Poem by Taylor Moya

Sitting all alone in her dark room.
Faceless voices surround her.
Whispering.
Conspiring.
Why did they do this?
What cause these demons to talk about her in such a way?
No controlling them.
No stopping them.
Fighting through to the tears.
The hurt.
Being in control of her own pain was her answer.
People ruining her with what they think, seemed like their truth.
No one would let go.
No one would let her forget.
Mistakes always remembered by the weak.
But now she is gone.
Now she is missed.
Her pain and her hurt are nonexistent.
Family wishing it was a nightmare they could wake up from.
Friends wishing it were a sick joke they could laugh off later.
Those who once spoke now regret.
Those who once caused the pain, now repent.
Another kid's life taken by the mouth of others.
Another angel brought home into the arms of God.
No more worries,
For Miss Amanda Todd.