Why did the teasing continue on?
Why didn’t they see until she was gone?
Why didn’t someone say,
“That’s not the right way.â€
Why do they find such pleasure
in hurting people to this measure?
Why didn’t someone say,
That’s not okay?
Don’t you see the hurt? Can’t you see the tears?
Can’t you tell she longs for someone to be near?
Can’t you be her friend,
true to the end?
Can’t you see how you tear her apart
and break her heart?
If only they’d have left her alone.
Instead of breakin’ her bones.
If only someone would’ve had the strength
to tell them NO, push them away.
If only someone would have taken the time to say…
That’s not okay.
Don’t you see the hurt? Can’t you see the tears?
Can’t you tell she longs for someone to be near?
Can’t you be her friend,
true to the end?
Couldn’t you see how you tore her apart
and broke her heart?
Why did the teasing continue on?
How couldn’t they see ‘til she was gone?
If only they could have been her friend.
Only it’s too late. It’s the end
2 comments
Hello EmM,
I don’t often comment on poetry and art posts…not really my thing…but this is awesome. The message was infinitely clear. I just hope that you are not “the girl”.
Peace
Amakua
Amakua, I almost was. Poetry is my way of coping with things. Last year I hit a dead low in my life. I just sat down and talked to one of my teachers one day and realized just how much that one person cared. Then, I put myself in the place of somebody who knew somebody who commited suicide. That’s what I got. I’ve been up and down since then, but I know how to cope with it, and being on here is cool too. There are a lot of days that I wouldn’t mind dying. I’m not afraid of death. It’s just a fact about me… However, I’m beyond the point of bringing it upon myself.
Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it. =)
~WriteOn=)
Emma