Hi there,
Thank you for sharing this amazing poem with us and for giving us insight into how things feel for you.
I also agree with what Laurie says, maybe it's worth talking to somebody about this?
Thank you again

Hi there. Like Laurie and Jerri have already said, I think you're poem is great so thanks for sharing it. If you can talk to someone about how you are feeling i think it would make a huge difference to you. It doesn't have to be talking verbally if that's to hard - you could write or email. I hope you find a way to ask for help. Take care. Katy.

i forgot i wrote that, just seen yours relipes now, never checked for any. spoke to Jerri she helped =) shes really nice<3 easy to talk to too. xx

right enough i'm saying that like its the first time ive met her or spoke to her lol! weridoo (me i mean haha) hopefully come see you guys this week! xx

just feel this way, dont wanna feel this way :(


shes a broken women feels like a little girl
she is to ashamed to hold her head up high
shes just trying not to be sad today
And stop herself, because she isnt allowed to cry
shes trying to Hide all the hurt away
shes trying not to scream
Remember you are now really happy
well to everyone it would seem
Don't stop - take out your knife
And slit your wrists all over again
have your smiley face all through life
But I guess little do they know
Your smile is a barricade
For all the tears you don't show
Forget life just shut it all down
And be quick just to turn away
Nothing else matters we know
Which is just to end it all, today
Broken girl you seem still strong
Even with all the crushed dreams.
but time is giving up no more trying
i now know what it all mean
Broken girl please be happy
That you will soon be gone
You're ready to leave them now
im simply ready to move on
Grab hold of your blade tonight
both do it together
And we leave this world
the pain wont last forever
Broken girl, belong to me your only friend
And then we'll be okay by tomorrow
no more lies, hurt, sadness
we'll be happy, not with sorrow.

This is such an amazing poem. I'm sorry that you feel that you have to hide the way that you're feeling. I understand that sometimes it's like that, but it shouldn't be that way all the time, is there anyone that you can be free to feel all your feelings with and not need to hide them? Thank you for sharing your poem with us and you know we're here if you want to talk. Take care

I agree with what Jerri said. The person you are hiding from is only you really because the people close to you and who know you best will know when you are struggling. Talking about how you feel isn't easy but nobody will judge you - except from yourself maybe. There are always people about in the office that you can talk to or just be with. Take care. Katy.

thanks guy, i know use are there, but well Jerri you know.. I just get soo nervous about coming down and things, i don't know why is it, i'm alright when i'm there but when i'm planning to come up or that i just end up feeling like i cant, i used to feel so comfy coming up and like welcome and stuff i still do i just feel sometimes i dont fit in even though you guys are brilliant! see im para! geek lol i hopefully come up this week, really need someone to talk to, really struggling and just dont know what im doing :( Cx

shes looks at other peoples life
and wonders why shes holding a knife
she looks at what shes got
things so many others have not
but its harder than people think
her lifes just so out of sink...

she knows who she wants to be
but being on her own, she just cant see
wants to go wild and have loads of fun
live her life, cos she doesnt want to run

but on her own, no where to go
living somewhere or dead noone would know
she needs to talk but doesnt know how
but she needs to do it soon or now!

xxx

Another well written poem!

Bullying - Sometimes

Bullying is sometimes secret and sometimes hidden
Sometimes it goes unnoticed and its sometimes even forgiven

Sometimes not believed and sometimes starts with just a tease
Somtimes you pause when you shout Stop Please...

Sometimes my friend was not a real friend
And sometimes felt this would never mend.

Eighteen and Under me helped with their VIP training
And i stood up to the bullies and got back playing.

Sometimes

Hi there,

Thanks for sharing such a wonderful poem and i'm so glad that Eighteen And Under helped you stand up to the bullies. Bullying is such an awful thing that happens to so many people and like you said, it can go unnoticed so it takes people like you to stand up and put a stop to it. Well done!

Again, thank you for sharing,

Jerri

Hi there, I'm Steph, a worker at Eighteen and Under. I just want to say thanks for sharing your poem. It is very well written and honest. Being bullied can be really miserable and I am glad that you found help with the V.I.P training. Well done for standing up for yourself! Keep it up.

Take care,
Stephanie

Hi there well done for standing up to the bullies that takes a lot of courage and im so glad it worked out well for you. Your poem is great and im sure it will help others going through the same situation to speak out and try to put a stop to it.

Hi there. Thanks for sharing your poem with us. I hope that now you have stood up to the bullies that things have started to turn around for you. Let us know if there is anything else we can do to help. Take care.

Katy

Put my knife thru my heart
away from my body and the pain let me part
holding it to cut, my hands are shaking
but it feels good seeing my skin breaking
where i ask if i would be better of dead
right enough the answers already in my head
trying it one last time then i really have to go
it doesnt work so what to do now i know
i cant hear myself think, only the voice
i cant control myself now, i have no choice
my cuts become deeper, the blood pours
my hand gets weak, my head lowers
all i want is the easy way
i cant care no more what they say
just make me, please make me
the more hurst more no good can i see

just how i feel. not what im gonna do :)

Hi Neverbelieve, Thank you for sharing how you feel with us and you know where we are if you want to talk at all.

Take care
Jerri

she'd give anything just to dream
but for her its harder than it may seem
in her mind shes so scared and all alone
he heart stopped beating, feels like stone
shes wants to call out but how she doesnt know
so she cuts her arms so in her eyes the pain wont show
if only she could be someone else today
and live her life in such a different way
what has she done? why does it feel this bad
is this it for her? because its all shes ever had

Sticks and Stones may break my bones.
But names will ALWAYS hurt me.

Oh yes they will,
They always do,
They get to me,
They come from you.

They bite and sting,
They give such pain,
They twist and churn,
They burn like flame.

If I were rubber
And you were glue,
They'd bounce off me
And stick to you.

There’s a bully in the bedroom and he wasn’t there before,
There’s a bully in my pocket and he’s rotten to the core.
There’s a bully breathing heavy takes me to a scary place,
Spits threats, writes toxic lies, does it with a smiling face.
He’s no wider than a match box, fits snug inside your hand,
There’s a bully in the bedroom and he comes from Cyberland.
Has no fists or **~~** knuckles, he won’t punch you in the lip,
The hurt happens in a text when he lets a swearword slip.
He demands your dinner money, join a gang or carry knives,
Race hate or name-calling, cyber bullies taking lives.
There’s a bully in the wardrobe yet the key is in the lock,
And they go to the same school, they live on the same block.
But they hurt you from a distance and they murder on the phone,
Or they’ll plug in a computer bringing nightmares to your home.
There’s a bully finger twitching, sends abuse and fear and hate,
Pull the plug, switch them off, tell someone, it’s not too late.
There’s a bully in the bedroom, feeds off silence through a mouse,
Spreads poison through a screen, takes you prisoner in your house.
Talk and Tell, open up - don't keep it bottled in,
Talk and Tell, open up - don't let the cyber bullies win.
Exterminate - Exterminate - STOP!

My life

I cry myself to sleep at night
Just wishing it would stop
Maybe tomorrow it will cease
Then again, maybe not

You push me and you poke me
You call me hurtful name
To me it's like a prison
To you it's fun and games

Your heart is made of ice
But it doesn't even deserve that
Mine was once a rainbow
But you have moulded it to darkest black

I hate you, I hate everyone
There is no one I can trust
Are you proud of what you've done?
You've turned my soul into dust

If there was a door I could open
A simple path I could tread
I don't want to be stuck here forever
In this endless spiral of dread

These poems are so powerful. Remember though, we are there to help. Don't be alone.

Hi Carrie, I'm sorry i didn't see these before, they are very well written and like Laurie said, we're here to talk to if you want to.