Berry Depressed - Poem by Moriah Toran
Thanks to the 1 person I thought would help me,
I decided to end my life.
People were making fun of me all the time.
And Principal Cannon did nothing.
Every time I went home crying,
Using a knife to make the scars of hatred.
I hated evryone around me.
Abd thanks to Principal Cannon,
I was bullied for 3 years.
1 night I decided to do something about it.
I grabbed the same knife,
Abd instead of making the scars of hatred,
I made the scars of death.
I want to say thank you Principal Cannon,
For standing there watching,
And making my life miserable.
Thank you my friends,
For doing nothing to help me.
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