Just think... One day, you'll have the satisfaction of knowing you killed the one you hated most.. A blade not a knoose changing your perspective of her/him.
She/He was: Fat. Worthless. Ugly. An attention seeker. To you, they were nothing... And that's how they were seen.
People followed in your footsteps."You'll never amount to absolutely anything!" Was something you taught your friends to shout.
And their spirits were officially broken after grade 5 when you treated those poor wounded survivors like they wouldn't EVER amount to a tiny speck of dust.
"In the ground, six feet under, is where I belong..." They always told themselves after every cruel taunt.
"Goodnight..." They'll all whisper when it's over and done and their spirits can't be saved...

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melancholy ;; poems & shit
Rastgelesome poems from D and M <3 lyrics copy and pasted from azlyrics