Bullied

I could still hear the silence 

In this room,

The darkest memories and fake feelings,

Still looked fresh.

Even the scariest laughs 

Were so loudly heard,

I saw the shadows 

Of bullies,

Which still seemed to be scary. 

Such are bad souls.

Hurting others, 

Even when not around.

Karma banged the door, 

Way too loudly.

It almost felt like,

It was stopping me,

From something that has already happened,

From crying, weeping and screaming 

In the place where they killed me,

Almost pushed me 

Into the deepest, darkest blackhole, 

Which seemed to never return me.

The chairs and tables,

Scattered, 

The way we left them.

The room was still negative

As much as it was made to be.

Hardly remember how it feels

To sit by this wall,

Because it's been a year or so,

Since I was bullied by them all.