It Was All Just A Game

by KelleyJo   Jul 14, 2008


They all look at her funny
They talk behind her back,
They tell her she's not pretty
And that she's ugly and fat.
They make fun of what she wears
They make fun of how she walks,
They tell her that they hate her
And wonder why she never talks.
They see the tears running down her face
As if something was out of place.
They see it all as just a game
They don't realize they have themselves to blame.
She grabs the gun and brings it to her head
And in a second she is dead.
They all watch and wonder why
Why anyone would ever want to die.
They don't understand that their words really hurt
They didn't know that things at home were worse.
People say hindsight is always 20-20
And now they all realize that their game was never funny.
So now she's lying beneath the ground.
And all the kids are there and they don't make a sound.
Everyone realizes it was a horrible game
And their lives are changed
And nothing will ever be the same.

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  • 16 years ago

    by his blue eyed baby

    Wow! its so nice to find another christian on this site thingy lol... im a christian too, but in kinda stumbling, i made a couple mistakes wit my bf n im a cutter n stuff but i kno God is still thr, ur poems are beautiful btw... plz plz keep writing!!

  • 16 years ago

    by hannah johnson

    Proverbs 18:21 (the message)
    Words kill, words give life;
    they're either poison or fruit - you choose.

    (i think it messed up when i wrote it)

  • 16 years ago

    by hannah johnson

    This was a wonderful poem! my favorite one yet,
    you are very good and i like the way you write

    and that is verry true im glad you wrote your poem on that because so many people dont realize words cut deeper then a sword

    Proverbs 18:21(the message)
    Words kill, words give life;
    they're either poison or fruit—you choose.

  • 16 years ago

    by J u l e s

    Isn't it awful how no one realizes what they do until something horrible happens. But this is what is has come down to. A person getting made fun of for not being skinny enough, or not pretty enough or not even gorgeous, for the things they wear, the things they like, the way they dress, the way they wear their hair, who they are, the way they look. That is what every has come down to little things that should never matter but once they are brought up it hurts. I was made fun of in my middle school year and called ugly, made fun of for being different, looking different and dressing different. There ugly jokes got to me and well thanks to them I have low confindence that I have to live with. And having to look in the mirror and hating what you see is a horrible feeling. But all thanks to those kids in my middle school year they changed how I view myself. Now I can't even come to believe people when they tell me I am beautiful because I feel it is a lie. It's funny how little things like this affect a person so much. What makes it sad is they think its a game and a very big joke. When even though you may laugh along or just sit there like nothing it is killing you inside. Most people will never know what they do until a person is physically hurt or dead.

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