Bullied

Two

When i got home, i didn't speak... i just nodded and applied a fake smile to my face. Everyone's too deluded to notice, so it doesn't take as much effort. I unpack my bag, grab my laptop and go straight upstairs to my room. As soon as i hit the soft cushioning of my bed, i break down... every single tear i have held in today lands on my pillow. I feel my body trembling, and i just want to give in now, but i decide to cry it out. You get sick of your jaw being sore and having a blocked nose as an affect from crying so much. You get sick of sleeping in the wetness of your own tears. You get sick of faking your life.

After a good half hour of crying, i open my laptop and play some music. I have 23 notifications... 7 from Instagram... 10 from Facebook... and 6 Messages. I know what's yet to come, but i do the stupid thing and continue to look. Instagram... i think i nearly drop the phone when i see photo's of me from today all over my news feed, there's even a video; I'm hysterically screaming, and the cuts on my arm in clear view... my eyes scan threw the comments ...

"YOU SHOULD FORCE FEED HER BLEACH!" is one that stands out. This is taking it to a whole new level. On Facebook i have 10 messages, all suggesting that i go die, the same thing in my Messages. WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE! What did i do for everyone to hate me so much? Why am i the bulls-eye on the target? Yes I get it! I'm a mistake, does anyone need to make that more obvious! Yes i get it! No one would give a shit if i did go and drink bleach right now!

What makes life worth all of this? Being scared to play out in my street... because guess what... my nightmares live right up the street from me! I'm sure once they saw the Ambulance pull up at my house, they'd grab a bag of popcorn, sit back and watch the show... because that's the sick, conceited people they are. I'm all alone in this excuse for a life.