My name is Annabelle. I am sixteen and I am beaten.
I lived with my dad and mom in that trailor park on the edge of town between the bar and the strip of stores everyone avoids. We lived happily until my mom, Mary, died in that car crash five years ago. My dad became depressed, drinking alcohol and gambling. He was soon unemployed, so to keep the trailor I had to drop out of school. He is now a deep alcoholic and gambles with his buddies every other day.
Whenever we run out of spirits he hits me. He keeps hitting me until I go to the bar nearby and get more. This happens every two days by his heavy drinking.
One night him and his buddies were playing poker when we ran out of spirits. He did his usual hits but they were harder and kept coming. I then realized he was then killing me. I looked to his friends for help, but they were drunk. They were laughing and pointing, one by one they all got up and helped my dad beat me. "Thats what you get for not listening to my orders!" yelled my dad.
As soon as it started it stopped. They all went back to their game, except for my mother. She came to me and helped me pull me up. So we could be together for the rest of enternity.
My name is Annabelle. I am sixteen and I am now free.
I lived with my dad and mom in that trailor park on the edge of town between the bar and the strip of stores everyone avoids. We lived happily until my mom, Mary, died in that car crash five years ago. My dad became depressed, drinking alcohol and gambling. He was soon unemployed, so to keep the trailor I had to drop out of school. He is now a deep alcoholic and gambles with his buddies every other day.
Whenever we run out of spirits he hits me. He keeps hitting me until I go to the bar nearby and get more. This happens every two days by his heavy drinking.
One night him and his buddies were playing poker when we ran out of spirits. He did his usual hits but they were harder and kept coming. I then realized he was then killing me. I looked to his friends for help, but they were drunk. They were laughing and pointing, one by one they all got up and helped my dad beat me. "Thats what you get for not listening to my orders!" yelled my dad.
As soon as it started it stopped. They all went back to their game, except for my mother. She came to me and helped me pull me up. So we could be together for the rest of enternity.
My name is Annabelle. I am sixteen and I am now free.
This is for all the kids who are bullied by words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.
You yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I move on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
or lift
me up.
Why must
you hurt
me?
You yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I move on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
or lift
me up.
Why must
you hurt
me?
I live in my opinion possibly the most ghetto town in the United States, Pittsburgh. People have been committing suicide all over town. Population all over town has been decreasing, fast. Some of my friends were so depressed that they were thinking about "joining the crowd". I wouldn't live without my friends. I don't want my friends to go as well as my mom and dad. Yes, I'm an orphan. I've been an orphan for about three weeks. My friends have disappeared. I think they went to Clarion; but I could be wrong. There have been tons of fights at my school. Most of the people that were committing suicide were middle school and high school aged. I was getting really tired really fast. I climbed up in a tree and found a comfortable spot and fell asleep. Next thing I knew, I was tied up on a pole.
Sorry for cliffhangers....
Sorry for cliffhangers....