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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story . . . " Voices I'm so sorry mom and dad, it had to end this way The pain was more then I could stand, the voices every day Dad, I give you one last hug, to mom I throw a kiss To not say that I love you, I would be remiss It started with a single voice, calling me a nerd Every day I saw him, his insults would be heard At first I just ignored him, I'd turn and walk away But too soon others joined him, much to my dismay Dad you told me that I should stand up for my rights But the voices are too many, I couldn't win those fights So I drew into myself, avoiding so called friends Dying a little more inside, retreating til each day ends The principle was told about what I was going through He politely listened, said there's not much he could do However he'd look into it, monitor my peers However nothing ever changed, it just fell on deaf ears The voices just got louder never leaving me alone I listened to them in the halls, I read them on my phone There was no place for me to go except of course my room But I can't spend my life in here, it has become my tomb So today I have decided that I'm unable to remain In a place I am not wanted, in a shell that's filled with pain Mom and dad, don't weep for me, my nightmares going to end I'm gonna go to sleep now, with these pills, my only friend Dedicated to Jamie Rodemeyer who, at age 14, took his life to escape the bullying Bob Quigley 28 Jul 2011
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