She sits there and stares for one final time,
she can't go back to skool, with all this going on
they pick on her she's an easy target,
the name-calling, bitching and hitting,
she just can't face them, she's too scared,
she puts her head in her hands and starts to cry,
it's really getting to her,
Why are they doing this to me she feels?
she can't tell the teacher coz they'll know she's grassed,
it's so difficult,
today was the same, hitting her and calling her,
they really don't care,
that she's in despair,
they think it's funny to pick on others,
people that are not as strong as them,
it gives them a buzz and makes them feel big,
She picks up the pill bottle, with tears in her eyes,
she just wants to get away from it,
go to sleep forever,
and it will all go away,
she can't hurt her friends and family,
she loves them too much,
Guess it's time for sleep now,
and wake up for another day,
with the bullies,
they'll be waiting outside school,
especially for her,
she just wants to get away,
away from it all,
forever.


Copyright Rebecca Waring


This poem is specail to me because i was bullied at school.
I am currently trying to get involved in campaigns to combat
this. The bullies made my life a living hell