He kissed bạn slowly, and the feeling of tình yêu drowned your senses. A hug. A kiss. And bạn went further on.
bạn walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much thêm different than the other.
bạn enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
bạn shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. bạn grab the dao, con dao under your giường from when bạn were eating dưa hấu and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. bạn can’t control it. bạn walk out your door and towards the person bạn love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. bạn lift the dao, con dao into the air and try to hold back. bạn fingers cringe, trying to press the dao, con dao against his neck.
bạn feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. bạn let out a quiet sigh and smile. bạn are glad that bạn didn’t kill. bạn slowly lose grip of the dao, con dao and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the dao, con dao is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that bạn are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
bạn begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” bạn whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” bạn whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, hiển thị he would be gone any second.
bạn run to his side and Kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I tình yêu you.” bạn say slyly and step away from the body.
bạn walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much thêm different than the other.
bạn enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
bạn shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. bạn grab the dao, con dao under your giường from when bạn were eating dưa hấu and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. bạn can’t control it. bạn walk out your door and towards the person bạn love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. bạn lift the dao, con dao into the air and try to hold back. bạn fingers cringe, trying to press the dao, con dao against his neck.
bạn feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. bạn let out a quiet sigh and smile. bạn are glad that bạn didn’t kill. bạn slowly lose grip of the dao, con dao and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the dao, con dao is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that bạn are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
bạn begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” bạn whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” bạn whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, hiển thị he would be gone any second.
bạn run to his side and Kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I tình yêu you.” bạn say slyly and step away from the body.
This is for all the kids who are bullied bởi words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.
bạn yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I di chuyển on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
hoặc lift
me up.
Why must
bạn hurt
me?
bạn yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I di chuyển on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
hoặc lift
me up.
Why must
bạn hurt
me?