A/N: This story is inspired by Scratch21's song named "The Rhyme". The italics are the lyrics of the songs, reflecting what the character is thinking in his/her head. I was really sad when hearing this song because this reminds me of who I was an am from grade 1. And the song gives a very sad, dark but very meaningful message that talks about how bullying affects people (in a bad way of course) and it makes the song have so much meaning. So yeah, hope you enjoy the story because this is quite a short one-shot and took me 4 hours to make from writing the lyrics to the finished product.

I walked to school, hating my life. It's like the other days. Harassed, bullied. Nobody cared about me. It is so hard to deal with. Being shoved everywhere hurts. Being called with loads of names got me scared about who I am. A Peashooter…having to deal with a dad who's a pedophile and a mother who is a secret heroin distributer. Both my parents are arrested. So I sat at home. Alone. And I'm thinking about myself…
Hold your breath
While you watch me fall
It's easier to
Say nothing at all
The insults are always in my head. It never seemed to hurt me more. But it got me to feel bad about who I am.
I need a friend
Playing pretend's not working
These pills are useless
And the shadows keep lurking
And yet…Nobody helped. I stood there, helpless. Nobody told me anything about how to deal with them. My only escort were depression pills, with all the things I held so dear in my room. The nightmares. They keep coming back to haunt me. Even if I tried.
Let me go
There's nothing left inside
To run and hide
Is all I know to survive
And yet after this, I am not forgiven. I never was forgiven. And it hurts. A lot. I can't protect myself from the onslaught of punches. I looked at my body. Bruises, scars cutting deep to the bone.
The nightmare won't end
This life grows colder
Come wake me up
When it's all over
And the worst part is…it never ends. Day after day, I have to deal with the danger. Of one day, I would succumb to the feeling. Death would be great, as long as I could get out of here and that it's painless as possible.

Some of us made it
But no one deserved it
I'm silent, I'm screaming
Sticks and Stones was
The rhyme that they taught us
To fight off our monsters
To help numb the darkness
My parents would always tell me to be brave and live. But it never seemed to work. I would always have thoughts about me jumping off of buildings, drowning myself in a pool, etc. Multiple ways that I could kill myself. To release me from the life that I didn't deserve.
But what they forgot was
Is you don't need to break my bones
For you to break me
The voices won't stop
Don't let me be alone
Please someone
I just wanna go back home
It doesn't take anything big to hurt someone. It was not the past that affects me. It's how people treat me. I'm like their punching bag…in a literal sense.And yet, nobody seemed to care.

Lock the door
I'm rotting in my room
I hope tomorrow
Doesn't come to soon
Do you know how many times I really wanted to stay at home? Let me tell you…All the time ever since my parents got arrested. The words hurts to the point going to school is like another day at prison, where your freedom is nothing but garbage. Nobody cares. Nobody cares! Nobody cares!
My tears ran dry
My heart's suffocating
The bruises and I
Are slowly fading
I sometimes feel like I want to die. I might never be able to live anymore, but it might be worth it to live a life without all this…mess. All this crap…I sometimes want to feel the sweet relief…of death.
Make it stop
There's whispers in my head
The mirrors echo
Everything they've said
The name calling…the things they said to me. A whore…A pedophile, a twat…Even the n words are thrown here and there. And yet despite everything…from the bystanders like a Fire flower who just watched me without helping…To the bullies like the Chomper who gave me a slap today and I now have a bruise on my face. It hurts, but nothing seemed to matter.
To rise and shine is
So hard to do
When all the light
Has been taken from you
And yet, nobody protected me. And I sat there, never be able to stand up. It seemed like all the things are lost. And it did.

Some of us made it
But no one deserved it
I'm silent, I'm screaming
Sticks and Stones was
The rhyme that they taught us
To fight off our monsters
To help numb the darkness
Those rhymes that "helped" me…Pft, they help me so much that it's painful. It's not the blood that scared me, but instead, I'm scared that I don't matter. And that I don't exist. And yet, that somehow still exists.
But what they forgot was
Is you don't need to break my bones
For you to break me
The voices won't stop
Don't let me be alone
Please someone
I just wanna go back home
But yet, no one will ever help me. Try as I might, it would never get out my head. So what now? And I thought to myself…

I remember every story
They wrote on my back
Bruises like words tattooed
Into my skin in blue and black ink
I remember every kitchen sink
Surgery where family had to
Stitch me back together
I remember every happily ever
After that never came to pass
We didn't go to school
In fairy tales
We went to school in all the gory
Details of a horror story while
Monsters made us victims
Of their comedy
We ,the recipients of their punch
Lines they hung insults around
Our necks like signs inviting anyone
To join in
Their words were invisible ink
That they tattooed on our skin
But then, did this become the life I wanted? I should regret…but should I end it before I turn crazy?

Some of us made it
But no one deserved it
I'm silent, I'm screaming
Sticks and Stones was
The rhyme that they taught us
To fight off our monsters
To help numb the darkness
Maybe I should kill myself. I mean, what's the point of it? All of the pain I have to deal with is for nothing. So killing myself is the best way to avoid this.
But what they forgot was
Is you don't need to break my bones
For you to break me
The voices won't stop
Don't let me be alone
Please someone
I just wanna go back home
I saw some of the depressing pills falling off the canister. I looked at the side. I could see it saying "Only take once a day. Painful consequences and even death could occur if you overdose"
Great idea! I could kill myself with it. I grabbed some pills from the bottle. And I held it on my pods.

I know that I'm stronger
Broken heart of a fighter
My scars remind me
That I'm a survivor
This life is a tough game
And I don't wanna play it
I'm reaching for a hand
Help me make it
I know I shouldn't be doing it. I might even be in the news tomorrow if people could find my dead body here. Put the pills back in the canister and ripped a part of my diary, a death note, and put it on my bed. And then I spill all the pills onto my pod. A pod full of pills should be enough.
But It's too much
So I give up
Just please don't hate me
I swallowed all of them at once. My heart started to stop. I start to have headaches that disturbed me so much. And I feel my body starting to go limp. I landed face first onto the carpet floor. I could feel my eyes closing. I grabbed my chest to bare the pain. But it will all soon be worth it. I smiled as I could see myself dying.
My letter's on the pillow
With a kiss goodbye
I'm sorry, mom
But I promise that I tried
I started to close my eyes. Now that I know I'll die in peace, hope nobody would see my corpse lying on the floor.
But here's a message for the bullies that hurt me before I pass away. You will suffer for what you've done. There will be people behind me once they know what you have done to me.

A/N: I know this is short compared to other stories I made but I made this because I have to deal with bullying for so long that this might help some people to realize that they could stand up against bullying. I hope you all could be brave and speak up against a third-world problem that affects you, either as a victim, a bystander, and heck even a bully. So hope you have a good day.