No matter how hard the boy tried

The other children didn’t seem to accept Tim

After school, he went home and cried

Because the other children made fun of him

As he grew up, it all became worse

Fists to his face, tape on his glasses

He prayed for the end of his curse

Prayed for his safety between classes

But they didn’t stop, he kept on crying

Pushes in the halls, books to the ground

They crowded around him, their fists flying

Beat until he didn’t make a sound

He came to and went home

Said he couldn’t take it anymore

Why did he deserve to be all alone?

He opened the bottle and began to pour

The white pills that would help him die

First in his hand, then down his throat

No hope, no regret, he didn’t even cry

After all, who did he have to keep him afloat?

One person is all he needed, one friend

But no one spoke up; they just stood to the side

One person could have prevented his end

A person who could have at least tried



Author's Notes/Comments: 

If only people would just speak out.

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pinkdot7's picture

This is very sad. But very

This is very sad. But very well written. I wish that I could have known him, because I would have been his friend.

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thanks! and aww, how nice of

thanks! and aww, how nice of you. if a bunch of people just befriended him, maybe no one would pick on him, and even if they did, at least he'd have people there for him. 

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Like this poem.  Really speaks about society and bullying.

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AngryLaughter's picture

I will.

I speak for Tim.

Save Tim in Time.

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The world needs more people

The world needs more people like you