Is this really me?

I got bullied a lot where I used to live. This poem is about it.

I always thought I was nice

until I paid the price.

Never thought I'd end up like this

siting in school with a priss.

I thought I'd always have friends

until i saw them waiting around the bends.

I only ended up with six 

my social life never got fixed.

Everyone there hated me

so I just climbed up my own tree.

I thought about jumping and breaking my head

but the thought of my six friends saved me from being in a hospital bed.

Author's Note

Yeah this happend. I'm done thinking about suicide.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I'm glad you overcame the bullying. I was lucky. My dad told me to fight and never run. I was kicked out of many schools as a kid. Anger wasn't the answer. Sometime we must walk away and show no anger or emotion. People who need attention need to have control. I like the six friends who saved you. Can't allow the naysayers to slow you down. Thank you for sharing the poem and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Ezekiel Silver]

An incredible poem with a superb use of structure and word choice. Great work!