Guys...this is a poem i wrote on bullying. It's not that great, but that's not the point. I hope the words speak for themselves.

I can feel the pieces of me falling apart.

It scares me, but i can't hold onto them.

Grasping wildly, frantically, in need of an anchor.

What meets my fingers is now something i call friend.

Emptiness.

I can see the pieces of me falling apart.

Scars make us who we are...they make us stronger,

is what you say when you strike me over and over again.

Sticks and stones wont break my bones, words can't bring me down,

when the tears won't stop streaming out, is what i remind myself.

Tears.

You sit there watching me fall apart.

That cold smile on your face, arms crossed against your chest.

I wonder how much pleasure you gain...

watching me fall apart.

Slowly.

Here i am barely holding on.

My fingers losing their grip from the numbness...

the reasons that are left for me to stay.

When it's so easy to end it all,

what is it that's holding me back?

Nothing.

You say what you want...

and i sit here and listen...

Slowly falling apart.