A poem and short writing about life

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1) Poem about bullying

They say that I was ugly, 

She killed herself because they bullied her, 

Through the failures and ah, a win! I smiled smugly, 

Four schools, I transfer, 

Water poured on my head, 

I become obsessed and obsessed, 

They say that all my life is but a lie,

Oh, I know they wish me dead, 

I told her I'd help her keep her vest, 

And now, I can only cry.

2) Additional work

I am not proud of anything anymore. I am not proud of myself. They have turned me into this damning figure. They have destroyed everything that I loved. They have taken away everything that I cared about. I wondered why I must suffer in such a miserable state. I was never bad to them at all. I was quiet and now, they surround my bed just like every other night for the past few years and they are laughing. They laughed and laughed. They point their fingers at me and I become extremely sick. Here on my deathbed, I am alone. I have no friends. I have no love. Why is it like this? What went wrong? Never mind now because I am going to die. From this miserable world, I shall depart. Death is the beginning. Death is cruel. Death is too sweet. Life is too sour for me. Do I have a proud moment of my life, the doctor asked, and I told her that I cannot write much here and now. Sorry. Will you let it all go away just like that? But you will not understand much from where I am coming from. I am who I am and society hates me for who I am. The world hates me for who I am. If I die now and forever, who will care? I am nothing to people now. I am just a letter in the narrative of others. I don't have a narrative myself and that seems pathetic, right? Doctor... doctor... you taught me a lot these past few years... Ah, but life is too short now and death too sweet. Sweet! I wish I could be with her. Who? You won't know who? I wish she loved me. Who? You don't know who it is. I wished I was in her arms. Who? A young girl I met many, many years ago when I was young myself. Goodbye to all that. Now, I am nothing. Ah, nothing... nothing at all. 

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