Dear bullies,

See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself. You know that girl you just called ugly? She spends hours putting on make-up hoping people will like her. That boy you just tripped? He is abused enough at home. See that old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country. See that young boy you just made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow cause his family is too poor. That guy you just made fun of for crying?His mother is dying.

Re-Post this if you are against bullying. I bet many of you won't. Your life is probably not as harsh as theirs, plus you're probably a douche-bag.

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A poem about Child Abuse

My name is Lucifer I am three,

My eyes are swollen, I cannot see,

I must be stupid, I must be bad,

What else could have made my daddy so mad?

I wish I were better, I wish I weren’t ugly,

Then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me.

I can’t do a wrong, I can’t speak at all

Or else im locked up all day long.

When I'm awake, I'm all alone

The house is dark, my folks aren’t home

When my mommy does come home, I'll try and be nice,

So maybe ill just get one whipping tonight.

I just heard a car

My daddy is back from Charlie’s bar.

I hear him curse my name is called

I press myself against the wall

I try to hide from his evil eyes

I’m so afraid now, I’m starting to cry

He finds me weeping, calls me ugly words,

He says its my fault he suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me, and yells at me more,

I finally get free and run to the door

He’s already locked it and i start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me against the hard wall

I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues with more bad words spoken,

"I’m sorry!", I scream, but its now much to late

His face has been twisted into a unimaginable shape

The hurt and the pain again and again

O please God, have mercy! O please let it end!

And he finally stops, and heads for the door

While i lay there motionless, brawled on the floor

My name is Lucifer, I am three,

Tonight my daddy murdered me

Now i roam the underworld, to help those in need.

I may seem evil, but i'm not.

And if you read this and don’t pass it on

I pray for your forgiveness

Because you would have to be one heartless person

To not be effected by this Poem

And because you are effected,

Do something about it! So all i ask you to do

Is pass this on! IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE