Title: Why? Answers? No? Yes?
You say everything is okay,
but is it really?
Every cut,
Every scar,
Every drop of blood,
I'm dying on the inside.
Bullied.
Physically,
mentally,
and emotionally.
6 years,
Will it ever stop?
How bad will it get to?
Will It ever get better?
Will it get worse?
Why?
All I can ever ask is why?
Nobody will never know the real reason why.
Only the bully knows.
I'm the victim.
Were they ever the victim?
Do they do it for fun?
Do they feel like they have to?
Do they do it cause it happened to them?
But,
I will never know the true answer.
Every day,
Every minute,
Every second,
I will wonder why.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. Life. Bully. Me?
PoetryMy poetry. I Relate, suicide, cutting, depression and More. Will update as much as i can. all of these poems I wrote myself. Please no hate, kay? thanks guise.
