A Tale from the Bullied

You've picked on me so long,
With never any reason.
Kindergarten was my favorite year,
Before all your teasing.

Then it starting killing me,
An awful pain was what I'd seen.
I tried to hide it peacefully,
But things got only worse for me.

When fifth grade came around,
My head was always to the ground,
Scared to show my pretty face.
The popular kids,
I had none of there grace.

Everyday I tried to hide the storm,
I'd kept so deep inside,
But it couldn't hold,
After all the pain I already had withstood.

I started writing suicide notes,
Ten years old,
With a death wish trying to uphold.
I was so scared,
Then they took me,
To a hospital.

You see,
All I wanted was it stopped,
But they had to play games with my heart.
It made me stronger and know I see,
The weaknesses inside of me.

The very next year,
In sixth grade of course,
They left me alone.

I was glad they were gone,
Happy in fact,
But even that cannot last.

Then in 7th grade I was at last,
Put in classes with the best,
I was happy and scared,
But they were for once nice.

Could be possible,
The people who hurt me so bad,
Could be my friends,

I was confused,
And just wondered why?
Why you always loved,
To make me cry.

Why you could not see,
The damage you had done.

While your smug smile,
Flash across your face,
Tears were falling upon mine.

I could not understand,
I always wondered why?

Why this world,
Is so cold.
Why my life,
Never seems right?

But I know now,
The truth of all.
I hope you can too,
Realize the true spark,
Living inside you.

i can relate to it, i get my share of being bullied too!....
i like it.... keep up the good work

This was really good! I wrote a poem kind of like it, too, a while ago. It's good to let out emotions through poetry (even if they are/aren't yours). It gets your mind off of things, plus you're doing something creative, too. The only problem I saw here was from this part:

Could be possible,
The people who hurt me so bad,
Could be my friends,

I was a bit confused here. You're saying that the people who bullied the MC could possibly be their friends, or they are trying to be their friends? I think you could possibly try something like this:

Could it be possible,
The people who made me cry in pain,
Could be just like these people,
Just like my friends nowadays?

I hope this helped, it's a really good poem, so keep it up.