It’s not your fault.
It’s not what you deserve.
Don’t think that way,
Because one day,
This won’t matter anyways.
Keep your head held high for now,
I know it hurts,
Words can feel suffocating.
As you feel like your lungs are collapsing,
Under the weight of the pain,
In your chest.
I know it stings,
And it seems like it takes forever for the bell to ring.
As you count down the hours.
But it doesn’t matter.
When you just go home,
To sit in your room alone.
Because words unlike bruises don’t go away.
Once they are said they are here to stay.
And silence is excruciating.
But being in a crowd of violent stares,
Is no better.
So where do you go?
Is the question you’ll never know.
But don’t give up just yet!
Things will not always be like this.
Yes, today seems hopeless.
Tomorrow seems worse.
One more day of hearing another hateful word.
Might make your head explode,
And sometimes you want to drive yourself completely off the road.
But know that this is just a street.
And you have hundreds of miles,
Roads that stretch on and on,
That have beautiful country sides.
So sit back and enjoy the ride.
You’re going to be okay.
Thank you for reading my poem c:
Hope you have a nice day
~You'll Be Okay, by Bella Marie
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Monday, November 10, 2014
~Broken, by PiggyRain
"this is for those who fake their personality. They might be beautiful, charming but their characters are rotten. Try hiding that with their beauty, with make-ups so that everyone would adore them. They are like beautiful doll but made of bad quality, once broken, they are of no use and be easily thrown away. And no make-ups can hide those nasty personality of them. They are broken from inside, nothing can fix it except for themselves.....:"
Sunday, November 9, 2014
"This was something I do for an online friend. I consider him like a little brother and both of are in the brony community and for a community who is said to love and tolerate theres been alot of hate. No one considers his age and that he's learning. The competly deny doing these things But its very much happening. This case is not the only one in this community either. Oc names are Nikkers ( red hair) and Storm analysist."
Saturday, November 8, 2014
~it doesn't matter, by artist-chan"I drew this because I had a really bad day at school. There's always atleast one classmate who harrasses me and calls me names. I often get stuff thrown at and I also get mistreated almost always because of my unusually short height. I can't help being short. I've been diagnosed with scoliosis when I was about 4 years old and I've had a lot of surgeries which also didn't do very well to my mental health. I used to have a lot of temper tantrums in elementary school and people still irritate me on purpose to see me flip out and/or attempt to attack them while enraged.
People always tell me to ignore the bullies or tell a teacher or a parent about it. Thing is, no matter how much I ignore them or tell somebody about it, nothing happens. It still stays the same, and if I'm lucky, a teacher might tell them to stop. And even then they won't stop.
So I express my anger and depression through art, hoping somebody will see my pictures and maybe atleast leave a note or two."
Friday, November 7, 2014
~Lost Angle, by Miyuu"This is a dream i remember vaguely but it was about a little girl with big angle like wings.
She was lost in a dark world full of shadowy arms that wanted to lock her away.
Until i realised what my dream tried to tell me.
The lost angle was my insecurity and because of all the bullying i went trough i got so insecure that these people would easely get me down every time.
But although they would try to put her down she would always stand back up and shine to show that she won't let herself be put down by bullies.
It sounds cheesy but i still remember this dream and it helped in those times.
(Don't worry this was years ago i am now much stronger and getting more confident every day and no bullies anymore) :)
By the way i am not that angle, she just represented my feelings in this dream"