Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

No one's gonna catch me...

I have tripped. And I have stumbled. And every time I did, someone was there to help me up. They dusted me off, and sent me along. But that was back when my life made sense, and Daddy still loved Mommy, and Ruth was too young to open her mouth, and Mina was still my older sister.

Every thing is different. It's all changed. I can't see the world in front of me anymore. I don't know where I am going! I can't see anything past the forest. There is no sun, there are no clouds, there is no light. I can't see my life. I trip and I stumble and I fall and I fall and I fall...I call out for help. I call for a hand. I weep alone in the darkness, not seeing who is there or where I am. I try to stand, and when I do, I fall again. Harder. I know that if I stand, I'll fall, and if I stay, I fail. But when I know that no one's going to catch me when I fall, why should I even bother standing?

How far is too far?

Okay, so I'm in school, right now. I was walking into my third block class, which is English. I walk in about two minutes before class actually starts. And as I'm walking in, there is this guy, whose name I will not disclose on this blog, and he was dancing around with this other girl. And when I walked in, they stopped, looked at me, and started back again, except they kept getting closer and closer to me, until BAM! They knocked into me, the boy's massive shoulder pushing me backwards into the wall and I fell down against the door. Where was the teacher? She was outside of the classroom, just out of eye-shot. She didn't know that anything had happened until I went tearing out of the room, and threw my fist into a locker as I walked down the hall. Another teacher, who was with my teacher found my all the way at the end of the hall. She took me to the principal, and I told him what happened, and all he could talk about was my poor grade in English. Nothing is going to be done for this. Not a dammed thing!

And I ask, how far is too far?

When someone is bullied, how much can they take before they snap? How far will a bully go until their victim breaks?

Everyday, all around the world, someone, somewhere, is being tormented and bullied. And it needs to stop! Don't let something get out of hand. Stop it. If you see someone getting bullied, help them. No one helped me. They all laughed and encouraged me to hit him. Don't let it continue.