She was only 11 when she was first called a freak
An outcast because of a scar on her face
A scar that was derived from an accident
An accident that was caused by a dog
She would constantly get tormented by the older kids
Hassled from paper notes being thrown at her or passed around in class
She would hide in the toilets for lunch because it was safer in there than outside
Inside she wouldn't have to search for refuge among the trees or behind walls
Despite having a successful job, a loving family and an army of friends
She still can't look at her face in the mirror
Because she thinks she's a freak
He was a confused teenager simply going with the motions
In Year 7 he started getting bullied,
Bullied for not being able to control that his heart was set on finding him a boyfriend
In Year 8 he began cutting,
Tears streaming down his face as he watched the blood stream down his arm
In Year 9 he tried to end everything
Because they told him he was filthy,
Because they said no man nor woman would ever be able to love him
His mum found him passed out, an empty bottle of pills and blood staining his wrists
When he was in hospital everyone acted as if everything they said was a practical joke
As if none of it was their fault and their fault only
When kids cry out for help but nobody chooses to hear,
Why should they try again?
Being told things like
"Kids can be cruel" or "Sticks and stones"
Almost like broken bones last more than the scars on your mind
Like broken bones hurt more than words that cause kids to bring razors to their wrists or ropes to their throats
And how are you meant to ask for help when nobody cares about you?
So you build a wall around your heart with your broken hands and you made your own graffiti
'I'll prove you wrong'
Because when you're still here and fighting after years of torturous words then you have to prove them wrong
They have to be wrong