Enough

She ran up the stairs with the whisky in her hand.
She was ready and set to do what she planned. 
Ending her life, for she had had enough.
She wanted to make this death lengthy and rough. 

She finished the bottle and smashed it on the floor.
She simply just couldn't take any more. 
She picked up a piece of glass, believing she was a fool.
At least that's what the bullies told her in school.

She began to cut from the bottom up.
Thinking of all the times she had tried to throw up. 
Blood began dripping as she shed a large tear. 
She couldn't believe that her fate was so near. 

She dipped her finger in the pool of blood and wrote on the wall:
"Thank you bullies, you did this all."
She began growing weaker, for the pain was too much to bear. 
She was crying, sweating and choking on air. 

Her life was ending, it was easy to see. 
"Just end it now!" was her last, dying plea. 
Now her life was over. 
And it's all because of me. 
 

            -Bully. 

**I have never been bullied before, nor have i ever bullied. I wrote this poem because i know that there is a lot of bullying going around and i see what it causes these people to do. I believe it's very important to take this into consideration and have schools everywhere aware that this is happening and that we should put a stop to it.**