@amiableBunny4016 space
Hi everyone,
Im gonna be posting here every week. So.. you may or may not have seen my poems across 7cups or my writing. Anyways, if you have not then thats okay.
Let me introduce myself. You can call me Bunny/Violet/Bun Bun. I am from the UK and I am 13 years old. So I came here to inspire, to love, to show kindness and to be respected. The biggest power on this planet is love and kindness. Humanity is in a state of disaster. Panic. Hatred. But hate never beats love. Because love has more power than hate.
I was bullied for over 6 years. I learnt alot across the years. I learnt to overcome. Learnt to love. Learnt to forgive. I am human. I am not a robot. I am not a stranger anymore. I am me. And if people wanna judge me for who I am then I say.... I forgive them. And I know that they can change.
Like Martin Luther King once said, “Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.”
Humanity is changing. The world is awakening. And more and more people are realising the reality. The reality of social media. The reality of trauma. The reality of life. This is who we are. And together we form as 1.
We live in a big world. Scary. Isn't it? But its to beautiful. Its so beautiful how the sun rises. How then stars glimmer every night. How the wind howls. Isn't it? and we dont realise how beautiful it really is until..... we think about it. Think deeply about it and you will find how beautiful it is.
If your feeling alone right now. just know that.....
Your strong. Even if you dont believe it.
Your worthy. Even if you dont believe it.
You can get through this.
I am here for you.
We are here for you.
Thanks for reading, This is me, Bunny and this is my world.
Take care,
Bunny
This poem is for my teenie friends but adults can go ahead and read it *shrugs*
I am sorry teens
I remember the day I started here.
The nervous, trembling 13-year-old.
Pulling.
Pushing.
Trying.
I try everything.
Just to be alive.
Just to breathe.
I want to be able to breathe.
You all noticed me and said hi.
I found you.
My friends.
My family.
My people.
Thank you teenies.
For everything.
You all mean the world to me.
I hope to see you free.
I hope to see you keep going.
To learn to love yourself.
To succeed.
And we will plant our seed.
And keep growing.
And we grow.
Some of you became listeners.
Others went to oldie world.
Some stayed.
Now....
I walk in.
Into a void.
And I keep getting pulled.
I am sorry.
I am sorry my friends.
I could never go a day without being a burden.
And there is a ton.
A ton of teenies out there.
And some things in life just aren't fair.
Now I feel like a ghost.
Like no one can see me.
Some of you forgot my existence.
Some don't say hi to me anymore.
Some apologise.
Some try to keep going.
Some fall apart.
Yet saying hello is difficult now a days.
I get it.
I just don't exist.
When I am gone one day.....
Don't dare say.
Anything.
Forget me.
Its like...
I was thrown from the sky to the ground.
Its not all of you.
Its just me.
Bunny
Hi it's 11pm but I don't care lol.
🧡Bunny needs sleep 🧡
🧡Bunny chooses not to sleep 🧡
🧡Bunny gets sleepy🧡
I am not a number poem- by bunny.
I am not a number.
In fact I'm an individual human.
Yet you see me as a statistic.
'it happens. Millions of kids get abused'
I'm not a number.
I'm not a million.
I know it happens.
But I have a story.
I have fears.
Tears.
Love.
Feelings.
But you saw me as a number.
"Your just one of them"
I'm one of myself.
I'm bunny.
I have stories.
My own story.
My life was filled with suffering.
But I am 1.
I am not a statistic.
I'm sick.
I'm tired.
I'm bunny.
And most importantly I'm sorry
@YourCaringConfidant
Desiree😭😭😭😭 what on Earth 😭😭😭😭 your too sweet 😭😭😭😭 woahteihtioweahthwekgjs how do i thank you? <3 <3 Thats one of the best poems I have ever read, are you a secret poet or something? this is too sweettttt . you call me the sweetestt bunny but your literally the sweetest Desiree I have ever met. how can i tell you :o your posts for PAT are *beautiful*. You write with all your heart. And omg your words are so soothing . I love ya iewtfhsiethwjtfhewuihtfw❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I am coming back to you with another surprise... I cant let this one slip ❤️🌷
Bunny
tw/abuse
Dear Mom and Dad,
I know you hated me. You doubted me. You abused me. But I want to tell you that I want to hug you. I love you mom. I love you dad. You can hate me but I love you. I will keep you close to my heart forever. Please know that no matter how you were, no matter how hard you beat me, I love you. You could kill me but i would still love you. I know its hard right now and im proud of you.
@amiableBunny4016 Oohhh my dear Bunny. You never deserve to be mistreated. I'm so sorry to read your story. To feel your pain. Your scars, whether physical or emotional, will heal. You have a voice and I'm so glad you find comfort expressing it through your writings and poems. What a wonderful outlet for you. Bunny, I am so proud of you. You amaze me. Once you grow up, you will be a powerhouse! Use all that hurt to your advantage. You are strong and can overcome anything. 💪 Hugs.
Is the world a way for me? Or am I the way for the world?
The world has always been the same.
So has society.
So have we.
In this world.
We find our ways.
We find chaos.
We find love.
But at the end of the day...
Life was just a tragedy.
A tragic story.
That feels like a never ending book.
No matter how much you flick the pages.
At the end..
We all go.
Our book is closed.
Will I find my way through this world?
Or is this world a way for me?
I don't know.
I'm...
Bunny.
Dear world (part 1 is in this forum somewhere)
To those who read part 1 I'm sure this will make sense.
Dear world,
Sometimes I wonder. How to cope? How to breathe? How to cry? Because if I did any crying, I was weak. If I took a deep breath, someone would make it harder for me. If I screamed in a middle of a field I would still be unheard. How do I survive? They say those that have been through *** and have still been standing are warriors. But I let my guard down. And the whole world beat me. In this world always keep your guard up. In this world never put your guard down. Because at the end everyone leaves. No one stays. I've gone through *** with my parents. I've gone through *** with my bullies. I've tried everything I could to end my story. To close this book. But it's all just *** too much. I don't think I can endure so much. Sometimes I sit by myself and think I'm such a big sinner, such a terrible human. That I want to seek forgiveness from every person I know. It's hard to know. Who cares in a world that's not your own? Who survives in a world that's not ours? In a society that I can't say is mine. Neither do I want to be part of a society. The answer is no one. No one cares.
Thank you world. For teaching me so much I would have never known. The tragedy of this *** disaster and the *** up world we have to live in.
Bunny