This poem was written for a girl I know, her bullying came to a grave extent and she often hid it away eventually she opened up to me. I could relate to the feelings she had because I had also been bullied, mine to the point of being strangled in my own lesson, worse of all nothing was done about it.

After she told me about what was going on I told her to stand up for her self later that day she txted me saying what happened and how everything was ok now. This poem was then written for herbecause she got me into poetry and for the memory of the trust she gave to me. Bullying is a horrible thing a weakness in young hearts, people should see that no matter what we look like, ourlanguage or even the way we walk, we still have the same heart, we are still people and we all have feelings, we all live and we all breath the same air and we all have the right to a peaceful life.

You sit there, in that pit of darkness.
That pit of fears and nightmares.
You're crying, your tears are running down your face.
I offer my hand to you.
Let me take you from this darkness, these fears.
I will not harm you.
Let me hold you and warm you,
Care for you, cherish you,
Love you, help you.
You hesitantly look up at me.
I look into your eyes and you cry harder.
I move down to you, the darkness moving in.
I ask you what is wrong.
You stay silent, tears still falling.
I try to wrap my arms around you.
You push me away, the darkness moving closer now.
I tell you we must hurry.
You ignore me and push me away.
The darkness begins to strike and you knock me down.
I watch as it rips you apart.
The darkness moves away, laying your still body there.
I move to you crying, your face so cold.
Your hands so still, your heart so black.
All I could do is watch.
You wouldn’t let me help you.
Why didn't you let me help you?