Bullying

So many words run through her head,
Slut, bitch, whore.
She ran away
And slammed the door.

Her pale arms,
Were soon covered in red.
As she cut and cut,
And her mind filled with guilt and dread.

The burn ran through her,
Filling her heart and head.
She watched in fascination.
And crimson filled her bed.

Her eyes flitted to her window,
As a black bird sang.
Tears dripping down her face,
And she fell with a bang.

Nobody realised, no one knew,
But she went still on the cold, soaked ground.
Her eyes wide open, the heart still,
And she never make a sound.

Promise me you won't quit,
That you won't die,
Because this isn't the end,
And someone will always love you and that's not a lie.

A little bit about the poem
I have been through bullying, it really hurts and I often still think about everything I was told then. I'm happy I found comfort in a few really good friends. But self harming is not the way to go about dealing with bullying and if anyone ever has a problem pickup your phone and talk.
This also for the people who think it's okay to bully or spread meaningless rumours or think they have the right to judge someone based on what they look like. Bullying is not okay and you really aren't helping yourself by bringing other people down.
This is a strong message I believe in and I hope that
1. If you're bullied, find the courage to find help. You have a whole life ahead of you and some judgemental idiots don't change that.
2. If you are a bully, try to think about why you find joy in this. If society expects you to behave like that,show them the middle finger and walk away. If you think you do it because it's been done to you, then you're only creating another bully.
I love all of you guys and hope you all don't have to go through any of this but it's just a message I believe in strongly
Love,
M💚