Silent Victims

Bullying: A Poem From A Silent Victim.

Written by Twinpossible on May 20, 2012
   

 

 

Bullying: A Poem From A Silent Victim.

 5-20-2012

 

 

I call us ‘silent victims’ for two reasons.

 

#1. Most bully victims do not tell anybody about the painful experiences they are facing whether out of embarrassment, fear, or both. Which is very sad in looking back.

 

#2. Silent because nobody seems to stand up for us. At least back in my day the teachers, bus drivers, passerbyers both children and adults would see but never intervene to help me out. They kept silent. For this, I know I would never keep silent myself, and would always, without hesitation, turn to the aid of any child, adult, or victim in need.

 

The silent victim screams out for help in his or her heart, but rarely does anyone answer those cries. Nobody who bullies could possibly realize the toll that their words and their actions have on another human being. Not just for now, but for always. Being ‘cool’ at the stake of somebody’s life. Is it really worth it?

 

We need to stop the hurting and start supporting. We need to band together not pull apart and tear one another down. We are ALL human beings. We are ALL equal!

 

No child can help the way that they look, the voice that they have, the clothes they are bought, the glasses they must wear, the disabilities they face, the slurring of their speech, the extra pounds that they carry, (or perhaps the exact opposite), their sexual preference. Etc. etc. etc. There is no perfect person on this planet. People need to start looking into hearts instead of the external.

 

I wrote this poem today that likely will hit home to most bully victims, though it feels all my own when I think back on it and reflect on how being bullied changed my life, and ruined a large chunk of it. It maybe made me a more compassionate person, but what a stiff price to pay.

 

 

 

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 The Victim

 

Your stares they cut like razor blades, your words they struck me to the core,

You took away my childhood, I wasn’t Shelly myself anymore.

 

The extrovert who loved to dance, as all eyes watched me twirl and twirl,

Suddenly that person died, a lost and lonely little girl.

 

Your evil chants and vicious lies, are still embedded in my brain,

At 36 I still wonder where would I be if you refrained?

 

More confident in who I am, less anxious when I’m in a crowd,

I swear sometimes I hear a laugh, and think that it’s still at me now.

 

You easily moved on through life, not thinking of the life you stole,

You likely don’t remember me, but I’m the conscience in your soul,

 

I hope you teach your children right, and pray they don’t turn out the same,

Your bullying still follows me, but yet to you was just a game.

 

Copyright Shelly@ Twinpossible 2012. All rights reserved.

 

 

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I put a slash through my name in the above poem to personalize this to whomever is reading, though that is my original wording since obviously, I am talking about myself here. Also, because I don’t even know if I was me anymore. I don’t think I had any real identity, hence a missing name.

   
Written by a "silent victim", Shelly



new poem

This poem is dedicated to Jasmine McCain, a 10 year old who committed suicide after repeatedly being bullied in Columbus NC. (Local to my neighborhood)-- My point is, no matter who they are, they have a weakness, and it would be awful to be the reason someone ended their life. I am 14, and in my school, bullying is powerful. It's ruining us. We're now segregated into groups of race, skin tone, imperfections, size etc. It has gone too far... It's a scary, cold place.. but keep your head up

Until It's Too Late

Walking through the school yard,

And sickened by what I see..

All this hatred,

But nothing that surprises me.



Innocent people hated,

Because of who they are.

They wear long sleeves,

To cover up their scars.



How could you make someone hate their selves so much,

They want to feel pain?

What this world has come to,

Is such a shame.



The Words You Say Neglect them..

But the bully doesn’t care, because

It doesn’t affect them.



They lay at night,

And they think about all the things you say..

They honestly can't go on even another day.



How do you sleep at night?

Knowing you're the reason

Someone else wants to end their life?



You're hurting them, because

Of what they look like.

All you do is laugh,

When they start to cry



No-one tries to stop them,

until it's too late.

They thought that that was the only way,

The only way to escape.



ARE YOU HAPPY NOW? NOW THAT THEY ARE GONE?!

Died for NO REASON, and did NOTHING WRONG.

You feel better now?

You wanted them to fall,

They're gone now, and it's too late because of the quiet ones who saw..

So think about it….. Yeah

Someone's life ended

Because of what you and your friends did

S T O P . Just stop… Please? S T E P. U P

Y'all think this is a game, Right ?.. Wrong. this is sad reality.







Read more at http://www.bestteenpoems.com/poem/until-its-too-late#EyA3gTC8v2QwBA43.99

This goes out to the people who lost a friend. Who lost a cousin. Classmate or ANYONE they have met. Words hurt. and so does the blade.


She Only Wanted To Be Happy

© Ecem Y

Words Words

B**ch and wh**e

The girl runs away

she slams the door

she takes a knife

and cuts her skin

remembering how screwed up her life has been

she leans to the toilet

throws up to be thin

at school all she has is a grin

She cuts, cuts, cuts some more

Screaming in pain, blood on the floor

People call her emo people laugh at her face

But they haven't even tried to be in her place

Her dad just died, her mom has depression

her brother has to go through a therapy session

Why can't people see? that grin is a lie

everything's done for her, her life's slowly fading by

Bloods dripping on the floor, she's screaming in pain

she can't eat because that means more weight to gain

She wishes to be perfect she says it's not fair

she says she hears people talking about her hair

She cuts it all off, her soul has been broken

but she never told anyone, her words were never spoken

She takes the rope, hangs herself in the dark

She no longer has a beating heart

Her friends fall to the ground

when they hear the word "She's dead"

Her brother cries as he sleeps in her bed

She is gone

She is done

Just because of people. making fun.

She's buried on a Saturday,

people start crying

all because that one girl stopped trying.



so before judging someone on their weight or their clothes

their laugh their talk their hair or their nose

Just take a moment to realize and see

Everyone is not always who they seem to be.



NOW YOU WANT TO SAY,

BUT GUESS WHAT????

WELL, YOUR TOO LATE NOW!!!!!!

                FEEL GOOD FRIDAY !!!!!

It is time to feel good about what you have done to stop bullying this week !!!! what did you do to help ??? and does that make you a better person ???       Yes?        No ????     

WHY or.... WHY NOT ???   don't forget to comment ! :) have a wonderful Feel Good Friday! Also remember to do things for others next week, and have a great weekend!!

No one likes a bully !! Hey y'all this is the 12 year old here and I'd like to say a few words.......
I have been bullied before and it is NOT cool!!! I got bullied because of my weight, because of what I eat, what outfit i have on (and whether it makes me look like a slut or not), who my parents are, were i live, and who I choose to hang out with.
There was one that I didn't include... and this one hurt the most!
When I was in Kinder I had to have surgery, i always had strep through and i was always sick. this was all because i was born 2 months early and i have a bad case of asthma. Asthma makes it REALLY hard for me to breath from time to time. So for months (and a 5 year old child) I had to get my grades up for all the days I missed. It was a lot easier than my teacher expected it to be, because both of my parents are teachers. I finally got told that I would get to graduate from kinder and I was ecstatic!! shortly after though i got told that I have to leave all my friends, transfer schools, enroll in a program that will have half of my day in English and the other half in Spanish, AND I have to be held back a year...... so for the longest time i was bullied because I was a year older than everyone!!! IT WAS SO STUPID,..........LIKE REALLY PEOPLE GET A LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Both my parents are teachers and my dad is health frantic, so everyone teased me
because, while they had gushers I had carrots, they had jello I had an orange, they had a cheese sandwich on white bread... I had an organic off brand of goldfish... I HATED it ... but that was what my life in grade school  was. when I got in 5th grade I found joy in singing and playing guitar,drums, and any instrument I could get my hands on


So here I stand I am in 6th grade I will turn 14 next Dec.   :(  

LOL so i am 13 this Dec. .... I am 12 right now 

You're Unique, Not A Freak... A Testimony By A Bully Victim

All my life I’ve been bullied, whether for my style, my hair, my religion, or my weight… It started when I moved to a different school.. in 1st grade.. I was made fun of for my individual name.. and the fact I wasn’t able to afford clothing that actually fit decently. It got worse the more I moved away from it.. in 2nd grade.. I was also bullied for my name.. but also because of my weight.. I’ve always been kinda chubby. I dealt with it though, letting the people who bullied me know I didn’t care what they thought.. but I cared so much.. I stopped eating.. I stopped going by my first name and going by my middle name. I didn’t stop this after I left in 4th grade..When I left I came to Florida away from my home in North Carolina. The school I went to actually accepted me besides some preps but it wasn’t as bad.. I left that school though.. Sadly, and I started my fifth grade year at a different school… My inspiration to live by then was music and singing.. I had attempted suicide more then 7 times.. and constantly cut my thighs..When I started school..


I had already began to be bullied.. within my first week at my new school I had already been beaten up… and in the hospital.. I couldn’t stand it… Within my year there I had already attempted suicide about 13 times… It hurt, But I felt a sense of relief… I’m almost in 9th grade now.. and I’m still being bullied for my religious views.. and my style.. Now I’m here… so far from that time and I’m called a witch.. wh*re, sl*t, ect. But I have come to accept myself.. But because of the friends I have gathered within my long time of stress and depression… And they have let me know I’m unique.. Not a freak.

~(written by)Willow Jade Jackson, now 9th Grader