Uh…Hey…My name is Lyric. I’m not the best friend, but I’m there for you when you need me. I suffer from bulimia, and depression. This is because I’ve been called fat, stupid, ugly, worthless, and so many more, by one single person... Ashley. Ashley McCorman is the most popular “thing” on this planet. She and her crew are as popular as you can get. Once your popularity level high enough, you become flawless, thinner than the smallest twig on the tree, and of course, meaner. Ever since September, I’ve had a Facebook where I tell all my 3 friends, Rachel, Rhiannon, and Isabel how my day has been going, Twitter where I tell the world how my day has been going, and YouTube where I post vlogs about my day, and vocal and guitar covers. There’s Rachel, Rhiannon and Isabel, are of course flawless, where I’m just there. Don’t get me wrong, I do love them with about all my heart, but I just get really jealous. Anyway, Ashley and her crew have been stalking my Facebook, twitter, and YouTube and posting mean comments about how worthless and ugly I am. They’ve called me fat, which defines my bulimia. They’ve called me ugly, which defines my everyday hoodie with the hood up and my turquoise hair covering my face all day. And last but not least, the scars. They’ve called me worthless, which made me think I was, and led me to self-harm on my wrists, and thighs. This has been over the internet, so they’ve left the comments long enough for me to see, and then deleted them so I couldn’t show anyone. I wouldn’t have proof, and they would definitely not confess. They have gone so far I tried drowning myself, but my step-dad got me out of the water. I’m made fun of for liking a different type of music and different people. I don’t like One Direction or Justin Bieber or any pop music at all. I like the newer rock or “screamo” as people label it. I like the bands Sleeping With Sirens, Of Mice & Men (not the book), Falling In Reverse, Asking Alexandria, and a lot more. I’m different, and in my school, no one likes that. In my school, you either have to be a popular, or a popular wanna-be. Otherwise, you’re a weirdo with no friends and people will only judge you, and nothing else. I made the mistake of getting a treble clef and music notes trailing it tattooed on the side of my neck. That, and my turquoise hair are the only things people talk to me about online. Most of their comments are how stupid it was to get that tattooed. Every day, I come home to see Ashley commented on yet another one of my things, about how I should kill myself, and how nobody cares about me. What am I supposed to do? My mom and step-dad hate me with every little inch of their bitter things they call hearts. I an only child, so I can’t turn to a sibling for help, and I have no friends that would really care. My life has sucked like this for about two and a half years. The only hope I have right now is that I bought myself an Asking Alexandria ticket for my birthday since my "parents" didn't bother to even say happy birthday. Whatever.
