How many more

How many more

A Poem by potato

They laugh,
Snicker and sneer,
They point,
whispering behind
Her back.
Hands cover her ears,
Oh,
And so many tears.
"Lord please,
If you hear me,
Please make it 
STOP!!!"
Still,
They laugh,
Snicker and sneer,
Still,
They point,
whispering behind
Her back.
But no,
She would not hide,
Would not cower,
Would not cry.
She knew,
Today it would end.,
For today,
Today she would die.
Into the bathroom,
Behind closed doors,
She pulls out a blade,
Pressing it to her wrist.
She felt the familiar
Cold press of metal
To her skin.
"To the b*****s that put me here,
Took me to this level,
I hope you rot in hell."
Her note read.
The janitors will find me here,
She thought,
Find me dead.
But,
When they found out,
They blamed themselves,
Thought they made her do it.
They fell,
Deeper and deeper,
Into the darkness.
Two more dead,
Now three,
 Four more.
How many more,
Must die?
How many more,
Before they realize,
One word,
Could end a life,
Or two?

© 2015 potato


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Wow! That is powerful! It's so relatable because everyone experiences bullying to some extend. I really like reading your stories--your poems especially!

I look forward to reading more from you!!! ;^)

Posted 4 Years Ago


A very well penned poem with less words but still effectively delivered sentiments.
Suicide never ends with one body dying but several souls leaving with it..
Well done!


Posted 4 Years Ago


Well-said, dear poet.
How many more must die because the cowardly can only laugh at what their under-developed intellect cannot understand? Such a perpetual question to pose.

Posted 4 Years Ago



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I love to write,I always have. Writing has always been my escape to my own little world and out of the terrifying one I was living in. I love to write fiction,but with some true stories of my life and.. more..

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