A Message From A Tormented Teen
I know my clothes aren't the newest style,And my shoes may not be new,
Can you please sit beside me awhile,
Cause I'd really like to know you.
I feel so sad and lonely sometimes,
On my way to school,
Watching the other girls who fit in,
Why to me are you so cruel.
I don't have the brand name stuff,
Or fake nails colored rouge,
My mom and dad work very hard,
Just to buy our food.
When I walk by you in class,
To go and take my seat,
Today please don't snicker at me,
Somehow you make me feel so cheap.
I see you have so many friends,
And you guys always have such fun,
I would be happier than most,
Just to have but one.
Someone who would visit my house,
And we could shop for sales,
I'm tired of looking at cruel jokes,
Sent to my bedroom via e-mail.
Sometimes I confess I wish I would die,
And I have thought about how once or twice.
Everyday this torment becomes harder to bare,
A white coffin would be nice.
Maybe I'm not good enough to live,
And be included in your group of friends,
But if the ridicule doesn't stop,
I know my life I will end.
I know my parents love me,
And that will never end,
But they don't understand me anymore,
What it's like to have not a friend.
It's been two years since grade nine,
And the doc. says I'm depressed,
I've really tried to stay positive,
How it ends you won't have to guess.
My dad has a gun that he keeps locked up,
And he doesn't know I have the key,
To my grave I won't be going alone,
I'm taking all of you bastards with me.
I've been planning the day,
And believe me when I say, you will suffer,
Every mean thing that you've ever said,
Will come back to you as I pull the trigger,
and
you'll
be
dead.
Written for the ones who bully for the ones who will one day be tired of it!
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