I'm writing this in misery
In a place of desolate hatred
Where people don't care if I'm hurt
If I'm miserable
If I'm crying
And I'm writing this to you
To show you how I feel
To show you what I want you to know
If everyone just helped a person in need
If they stood up for the underdog
Then maybe I wouldn't have to write this
Maybe I wouldn't be in this place of desolation
Because you would know
If you've ever been on the receiving line of a bully's words
But then again, they're not words
They're knives
That rip
And tear
And murder my heart
That leave my crying in my bed at night
And not wanting to go to school in the morning
So listen to me
And you can help
By doing one little thing
Just standing up
Listening to me now
I have feelings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tender feelings expressed in a tender way. Bullying is bad, let us raise our voice against it.