Bullshit

This poem is dedicated to a friend who took her life. The world is at a standstill without your benevolence.

Middle school is terrifying

Nobody likes you

No one wants to support you

And everyone is going through

their own bullshit.

I once met a girl in middle school

And she liked me

And she supported me

I was going through my own

bullshit.

Outside of middle school

She wanted to talk to me 

And I ignored her

And blamed it on the bullshit.

I know now why she wanted

to get a hold of me

She was reaching out

Wanting to escape her bullshit.

Weeks pass and she stopped

trying to talk to me

And she kept to herself

Everyone thought she was

just going through some

bullshit.

We all finally said, "F**k it."

to ourselves

And we missed her presence

She didn't say anything

We thought that that was 

bullshit.

This time the middle school 

was terrified

I was so confused 

Until I learned the name

of the girl who swung 

Everybody relived her bullshit.

Author's Note

A little too repetitive for my usual writing. Please give honest opinions and be courteous because this is a sensitive subject.

Reviews

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

The poem is nice, you have given a great example of ignorance. We ignore something & after sometime we don't even have time to sorry the ignorance...The flow is very good, very nice!