I dedicate this to those who have ever been picked on, made fun of, or bullied. This is for you who have been tortured. I wrote this on my birthday in high school my senior year after a girl started making fun of me on the way to school on the school bus.

On November 11, 2011, Ashlynn Connor, a 10 year-old 5th grade honor student, who had been bullied at school, took her own life. this poem is dedicated to her memory, in hopes, another child will not feel the need to take those drastic measures to end their pain.

This could, possibly, go into a story one day–if I ever decide to actually write a novel, for once.

A short story of bullying.

A poem about painful memories.

This is how bullying can hurt the people around you.

My writing on how words can change the meaning of something totally.

One thing I really hate.

"Stop"
"Leave me alone"
"What did I ever do to you?"
Those are the words they always say. But they never listen to him or her.

The effects of getting abused and picked on.