I wonder wht they would think if they knew that it hurts when they laugh, and joke, and tease. I wonder what they would think if they read, and understood my writing. Why I write, and what I write about. I wonder what they would think if they know how much I cry, how weak I really am.
I wonder what they would think if they read my note. The one that holds my last words, and goodbyes. I wonder how they would feel if they knew that them, their taunts, were part of my end.
