So I decided this week to share a poem. I made this poem because there has been a lot of controversy in this world with bullying and suicide. Some people say that someone killed their self for attention or that victims should just get over everything that is done to them. People don't get what words do to other people. They don't understand what someone goes through in a day. They definitely don't understand that hitting someone is not an option. So when I write I speak for everyone. Pain is silent, but words don't have to be.

They don’t trust you

They don’t feel how you feel

They don’t know what you know

They don’t heal how you heal

They don’t know the process

The guidelines to my brain

Not hip to my secrets

Or if pain is really pain

They come and they go

Trying to say that they care

But enough ain’t enough

Life’s a blank stare

They don’t know my direction

They don’t fear what I fear

They don’t know that I’m crying

They can’t hear what I hear

And just for second

Everything feels good

Then I realize I can’t win life

even when I should

The very few friends

Will think that I’m selfish

Cause when It all finally ends

They’ll know I was helpless

They might ask questions

Like why didn’t she talk?

My pain was silent

Tears running down the clock

They put me through a lot

They don’t know the fight that I fought

Beat down, broken, and bought

Yeah… I said bought

They don’t know you,

They don’t Feel you

They don’t Heal you

Bang bang, all they did was kill you