By Our Teens: Let us hear them
_A Poem written by Veronica V. of Lynn, MA
Fighter Don't go down That road. Think this Through. The situation In which you stand, Is not worth loosing You. You're a fighter Who's strong and Can fight. Don't step into That light. There's so much For you to live For. There's so much For you, in Store. You're cared about And loved dearly. Things will get Better soon. That is something I promise you. There may be clouds, But somewhere in The clouds is your Sun. Think of this As a quest. If you can Conquer this, You can conquer The rest. |
_A Poem written by Brittany K. of Maine
Yesterday As time continues too many things start to change Too many faces fade away As new ones slowly appear Opinions begin to differ Friendships end And begin grow and dwindle away to nothing As time goes on I miss you more and more The more time that passes the more I want to go back to everything I've ever known I feel as tho I'm too grown To cry So I look up to the sky and pray Pray that you'll come back to me And I think about the past Childhood flew by too fast If I could rewind the time to the days where everything was simple and life wasn't so complicated Trust me I would If I could Take back all the mean words I've spoken I would But I can't I can only move on down This lonely dirt road And hope Hope that I'll be wiser than yesterday |
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An arrow goes forward only after being pulled backward. A bullet goes forward only after pulling the trigger backward. Every human being will be happy, but only after facing the difficulties in their life path, so do not be afraid to face your difficulties, because they will push you forward ♥
Written by Hayley's friend, Annesley B. of Maine
An arrow goes forward only after being pulled backward. A bullet goes forward only after pulling the trigger backward. Every human being will be happy, but only after facing the difficulties in their life path, so do not be afraid to face your difficulties, because they will push you forward ♥
Written by Hayley's friend, Annesley B. of Maine
_Written by Raeann Mushrow
10/2011 The assignment paper received an A+
The assignment was; Write about something you know... I’m always bullied in school; so bullying was something I knew very well, and the emotions people went through. The class is called: Creative Writing; and attends Winslow High School.
A normal day in High School seems to always start the same, nothing ever really changes. You always walk in, you're greeted by the same people morning after morning, so you know what to expect. It’s always the outcasts, the one girl or guy that doesn't smell just right, the kid who doesn't wear the brand name clothes, but settles for the cheap brand instead, little do people know his family consists of him, his mom, and his 4 younger brothers. Nobody knows he's the “daddy” figure in those boys' lives, nobody knows he's up all night taking care of their dirty diapers, and the mess in the house they create. Little do people really know about others, they just assume by the looks of things their “weird”, “strange”, or “dirty”. Day after day that boy is teased, bullied, and harassed by his own classmates. The same kids he's gone to school with since he was five. The same kids he used to swing on the swing with, play in the sandbox with, the very same kids he used to eat lunch with, once his friends.
Every morning this boy walks to school, not because he's forced, but because he chooses to. Its his only quiet time to relax and think. The only time he has away from the screaming kids. The minute he walks through those glass doors, entering that crowded space, he suddenly feels small, and like he doesn't belong there anymore, but he made a promise to his mother, a promise to be something better, to graduate. He pushes his way through school with his head down, and minds his own business. Staying to himself isn't good enough anymore. He walks into the boys bathroom during fourth period, to go pee, and go back to his math test he had studied for so hard. He walked in the door, and little did he know there was a group of football players standing on the other side, almost like they were waiting for him to walk in. One pushes the door shut, while the captain of the team pushes him against the wall. They smack him around a little, he starts crying. This is a daily thing for him, whether its in the bathroom, or just out in the hallways by his locker, the school bully, also known as the football captain makes sure he makes this poor boys life horrible, just to feel good about himself.
He goes home and cries into his pillow at night, he has nothing left to fight for, or so he thinks. He thinks his life is never going to change, never going to be anything different. Well little does he know people do care, people do see more in him. People love him, but instead he takes the barrel to his head, ending the pain. He was loved, but never will he know.
In Memory of Hayley Blowers, committed suicide April/2011
10/2011 The assignment paper received an A+
The assignment was; Write about something you know... I’m always bullied in school; so bullying was something I knew very well, and the emotions people went through. The class is called: Creative Writing; and attends Winslow High School.
A normal day in High School seems to always start the same, nothing ever really changes. You always walk in, you're greeted by the same people morning after morning, so you know what to expect. It’s always the outcasts, the one girl or guy that doesn't smell just right, the kid who doesn't wear the brand name clothes, but settles for the cheap brand instead, little do people know his family consists of him, his mom, and his 4 younger brothers. Nobody knows he's the “daddy” figure in those boys' lives, nobody knows he's up all night taking care of their dirty diapers, and the mess in the house they create. Little do people really know about others, they just assume by the looks of things their “weird”, “strange”, or “dirty”. Day after day that boy is teased, bullied, and harassed by his own classmates. The same kids he's gone to school with since he was five. The same kids he used to swing on the swing with, play in the sandbox with, the very same kids he used to eat lunch with, once his friends.
Every morning this boy walks to school, not because he's forced, but because he chooses to. Its his only quiet time to relax and think. The only time he has away from the screaming kids. The minute he walks through those glass doors, entering that crowded space, he suddenly feels small, and like he doesn't belong there anymore, but he made a promise to his mother, a promise to be something better, to graduate. He pushes his way through school with his head down, and minds his own business. Staying to himself isn't good enough anymore. He walks into the boys bathroom during fourth period, to go pee, and go back to his math test he had studied for so hard. He walked in the door, and little did he know there was a group of football players standing on the other side, almost like they were waiting for him to walk in. One pushes the door shut, while the captain of the team pushes him against the wall. They smack him around a little, he starts crying. This is a daily thing for him, whether its in the bathroom, or just out in the hallways by his locker, the school bully, also known as the football captain makes sure he makes this poor boys life horrible, just to feel good about himself.
He goes home and cries into his pillow at night, he has nothing left to fight for, or so he thinks. He thinks his life is never going to change, never going to be anything different. Well little does he know people do care, people do see more in him. People love him, but instead he takes the barrel to his head, ending the pain. He was loved, but never will he know.
In Memory of Hayley Blowers, committed suicide April/2011