Hi, my name is Peter.
Peter with a P.
I am the brightest in the class,
As everyone can see.
You ask about my friends?
Well, friends are hard to get,
When you are the brightest in the class,
And the bully’s words are threats.
At break and lunch I sit alone,
In a corner away from them.
But even that won’t stop
The spitting of the phlegm.
In lesson I get notes,
Screwed up in a ball.
They are thrown at my head,
And the teacher does nothing at all.
Now it’s the end of the day,
And I have to walk home alone.
It’s nearly 30 minutes,
And, oh! I should have known!
They follow me half way,
Then trip me up and say,
“You’re a worthless piece of scum, my boy!”
Then my legs gave-way.
I wake up on the street,
Aching body and all,
My nose is bleeding heavily,
And I feel so very small.
They took away my confidence,
My power and my joy.
Now all that is left,
Is a shell of an empty boy.
I make my decision then and there,
It’s all planned out in here.
I point up towards my brain,
And make out like its fair.
I find a piece of rope,
A razor and a knife.
I wonder what people would think
If I end my struggle with life.
I walk into the bathroom,
My eyes glazed over with tears.
I wonder what people would say now,
Now that I have no fears.
I floated around in the darkness,
Then white, red and blue.
As my heart slowed,
The changing colours slowed down
too.
It’s all over now.
I have seen it through.
The bullies were arrested
And I believe in you!
Hi, my name was Peter.
Peter with a P.
I was the brightest in the class,
As everyone could see.
Again, sorry about the negativity .. But I hope you like it !
~ Kelsey