Bully or Victim

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You have two weeks.

Good luck.

Edit: Bah, why can't you edit the box?
I meant either the bully or the victim of the bullying…
Sorry for any inconvenience.

Fight

My emotions are
dulling.
My feelings are
falling.
This all happened when
you came calling.
I wish I could escape
my feelings for just
one night.
I wish they would fade
with the light.
I try with all my might
to stay out of your
sight.
To keep us from having
another bad fight.
When you come calling,
I came crawling.
I wish my pain was
ending.
My strength is bending.
My endless fear and
pain is driving me
insane.
What does he gain
for all of my pain?
My pain runs though
my veins.
It threatens to
bust into flames.
A day comes,
a day goes, you all
know how this story
goes.
One more day,
One more night
i must fight to
save my life.

Cuts and Scars

These scars on my
arm remind me of the
time when you ran my life.
The scars are a
painful curse,
but a blissful
serenity.
With a painful
memory come to
soft cut.
My arms may flow
with blood so red,
but you wouldn't
care if I wind up dead.
You say you care,
but you lied.
I always hide my
pain inside.
My scars on my
past and will
ever last.
With every cut,
I lose myself.
With all the pain,
I cry to myself why.
I always feel
my pain in my veins
on the inside.

Screams and cries of why, why, WHY
Make me wonder when the punches of pain are going to end
When the verbal abuse stops and ends
When the heart of my mother will heart no more
When I stop coming home bleeding and sore
When I can trust that they will hurt me no more
Hitting Heart, beating fast, it hurts my chest
I finally give in to my rage and fight back today
No more bullying is what I can say
No more physical and emotional pain
Hitting heart, it hurts, it burns, it stings with pain
It is finally over, my rage
I am in trouble but it is finally over, my rage
It is over
I am on top but now all I can think of is am I a bully
Hitting heart, hurting rage, my pain, my rage
Am I a bully now
Am I the bully now
Hitting heart, hurting rage, my pain, my rage
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8wGG3YkSTNc

i use to box these are about them and why i quite

king of the underground

His clothes are wet
His fist are bloody
His bones are broken
Pieces of bones sharp and jagged
They slowly poke out and fall to the ground
He's in a cage surrounded by people
All betting money on the winner
But all odds are agaisnt hi
It's 3-1 then he hears the pipes hit the ground
four clanging meatal sounds
He dodges the punch and grabes one off the ground
He beats them all to death
He is now the king of the underground
He can't fight the feeling to kill for money
He procedes to teach how to be strong

The corrupt fighter

He starts to slowly break
His heart so full of hate
His fist slowly close
He feels the bones start to break
His lip slowly bleeding as he starts to break
As he slowly bobs and weaves
The manger calls time out
As the other dude hits the ground
He has no breath left in him
The corrupt fighter has beat him to death
His manger holds his arm high
As the fighter looks in the dead dudes eyes
And whispers ill see you in hell

No one knows

No one knows the pain I went through
Emotionally, physically, and cyber wise
No one knows what they put me through
From the threats to the beating
From the taunts to the...the...rape
No one knows how much hurt and hate and rage was in my mother's heart when they told her
Told her I was in a hospital
Told her a male raped me
Told her that they beat me
Told her I could no longer have kids
No one knew how I felt that day when they locked me in the car that day with him
No one knew how I felt when they video taped the whole thing
They laughed as I cried as he began to rape me and made me lose my baby
I liked him and I thought he liked me
But it was my fought for being so stupid
So foolish
So unlike me
No one knew ho I felt when those abused me
No one knew what it felt like to have them make fun of my breast
To have them poke and tease them with a knife while two others held me down
No one knew the pain and torture I went and lived through
Just those can have a joke and see how much I could live through
But now....now that I have grew and showed my strength
They I am evil
They think I am a disgrace
So when I finally told them who did those things to me
Who hurt me and who tortured me
Who killed my little Karma
Who killed my poor baby
But when I fight back and say no
When I fight them and say no and when I stab him in his chest
Watch him bleed and bleed so freely but when they looked in my eyes and I looked in theirs
All I could see was my baby
No one knows the pain I went through
No one will believe me when I say these things are true

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Bully Boss

Feels like a wide open space, the other side of this bed
Can't stand this reality so I choose my ego instead

Arrive at work and enter with a strong proud stride
Don't let them see I am scared and lonely inside

Here everything feels right, they are all under me
Makes me feel I could rule the world eventually

I have already picked out my victims, my stepping stone
My footprint on their head helps me reach my throne

A person of importance inside the walls of this place
My failures are many but at least I won this race

Personal life is empty so i get drunk on these powers
Validate my existence for these eight hours

I take from the world what I was never given
Disguise the child as someone who is driven

Can I post one of my older poems??? It's called Defaced.

Bruises

Sometimes things don't change
Even though that person disagrees
And now I'm stuck
Falling in reverse
With you laughing at your greed
You think you're somebody tall
But really you're entirely small
Pushing and pulling
Fighting and lying
While all I did was sympathize
Though you didn't agree
And pulled me into lies
Bumped and bruised
Cheated and lied
Though now this I trusted you
I knew I was wrong
And inside I knew it was wrong
All along

Bullied

She stands alone
Wondering what she did wrong
There's nobody home
All she can do is put it in a song
Nobody knows
All of the pain she's come to known
She takes all of the blows
But the wounds can not be sewn
She ends up in this world as an outcast
Even though she smiles
It eats away from her past
And she keeps running for miles
If only you could hear her now
She's gone to a better place
Now they know how
It feels to be misplaced

Stop the bullying!! Old poem but fits


I cut myself today      
couldn't take the pain I felt from the words they spewed from their blood red lips    
     
you're ugly    
fat      
no one loves you    
cheap slut      
hoe ,they fuck you for free pussy      
why you crying baby      
does the truth hurt      
     
each cut eased the words away      
until I'd seen nothing      
felt nothing      
didn't even hear my mother

crying over me      

screaming      
my baby why?why ? I love you please listen to me    
you're so beautiful      
don't leave me      
     
     
I didn't hear her, I never heard her      
I only always heard them

I Am The Victim

since i was little,
i was always bullied.
everyday they said:
fatty,
bitch,
freak.
i always had stuff stolen,
hidden.
i got home and cried everyday.

at a young age,
i started cutting.
i was only 12.
it got to me that much.

my first attempt of suicide,
was when i was 13.
i couldnt cope.
i grew up,
always being bullied.

i was always to blame,
that it was all  my fault.
that i antagenised them.
they were innocent.
yet as soon as i walked into the school,
it started.
it didnt stop,
till the end of the day.
sometimes,
it would continue home until i got home.
people would follow me,
throwing things at me..
it never stopped.

beggining of year 6,
i moved away.
i thought it was great.
until it started.
there were the bullies.
all the same.

i couldnt do it anymore....
i wanted it all to stop.

no one cared about me,
my parents did nothing.
i started high school,
everything was great.
until second term.
new names...
it was whale,
slut,
fatso.
i couldnt stand it.
everyday these words came out of peoples mouths.
this went on for a few years..

well i moved back,
back to the town i grew up in...
of coarse.
as soon as i started at my new school,
the old bullies from proimary started again.
still those old words with the new ones from my other school...

i couldnt stand it.
i still cant...
now,
all i want to do is die.
every night.
i sit in my room looking at roppe.
thinking about hanging it around my throat,
and hanging my self.
i still cut,
i still cry..
i cant deal with this all.
and i am in year 11 now.
i wish i could cope.
but death is my only option.
if i die,
everything goes away,
the pain,
the sadness,
the bullies....
Everything...