Bullying - by Heather D

I'm so upset
I can't go on
I want to die
They made me cry
They called me names
They pulled my clothes
They sprained my wrist
They broke my nose
They followed me home
They tripped me up
They stole my diary
They ripped it up
They really scared me
They made me bleed
One had a knife
One had speed
I didn't tell
I kept it quiet
Seven black eyes
My lip sliced with wire
I'm sorry, Mum
I'm sorry, Dad
Hope you understand Hope you understand
It was really bad
The hurt was too much
As well as the pain
If it didn't stop
I would have gone insane
I felt trapped
I felt alone
I couldn't cope
I was on my own
I went to bed
I cried all night
Every night the same
Until I died.