Literature
The suicide note
It was upon a scrap of paper,
That she began her final labor.
Every letter that she scrawled,
Would leave the toughest man appalled.
Every sentence screamed with pain,
That no one could ever hope feign.
Of days where breathing felt like drowning,
And how everyday she'd taken a pounding.
Every cut and every bruise,
She was every cyber bully's muse.
She'd lie awake and hate herself,
In the dark she'd call for help.
She fell into a terrible dream,
And everyone left her alone to scream.
She put up walls around her hell,
And one by one all her 'friends' fell.
She called into the darkness of her lonely home,
Realizing at last that she'd been le