Not This Time

It kills me to watch.
To see the damage before it is done.
To know what is happening without having to be there.
To be absoloutly helpless.
Knowing how it feels to be alone.
Scared. Worried. Desperate.
Knowing what it feels like to want a way out.
To live just by getting through the day.
Hoping someone would notice and be able to help me.
To save me from myself.
To watch them eat away at my soul.
And again be helpess.
I can't watch this.
I won't let it happen again.
Not infront of my own eyes.
Not to someone i know, and love more than anything or anyone.
Hearing the sudden burst of laughter. Boy, do i remember how good it felt to laugh then.
And I mean actually laugh. Not pretend, but real. A feeling like no other.
But then I would be reminded of who and where I am, and I would go back to silence.
How loud silence speaks. Its unexplainable.
Im not going to let this happen again. Not now. Not Tomorrow. Not ever.
#StopBullyingNow