One day at school, her misery started.
A full-of-herself girl,
and a shy little child.
The small punches,
The small hurtful comments.
She got upset,
Ran out of class.
Alone and cold, she ran alone,
She reached her house,
6 Miles away.
And banged on the door,
To hear no reply.
She ran to the back,
Where she knew the door was unlocked.
She sat on her bed,
Crying she wrote;
'Im Sorry Mum, I Cant Live Like This'.
And with that final stroke,
Of the Fine nibbed pen.
Her hand grabbed a knife,
And her misery had come to an end.
Alot of emotion here Catherine...It seems you have bee bullied before ...............x...............x...............x...............x................x................ Lol Lol Lol LOV YUU xoxoxo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awww Thatss Welll Good Love yuu xx