If the sun refused to shine.

You won.

Dear Bully,

You control me.
It's like I'm the puppet and you're the puppeteer.
When you say a word it's like you let go of the string and I crumble to the ground

You hurt me just for fun
And I've gotten used to it so I'm numb.

Are you happy now?
Happy that you've hurt me so much, that I'm scared of being found
Happy that you've won?
Because I'm done.
I'm tired of being the target of your anger hate and negativity
I'm done.
You tell me I'm too smart or not smart enough, too pretty or not pretty enough.

I just want to know why.
Why?
Why do you hate me so much?
Is it because you hate yourself?
Is it because you're jealous?
Or is it because you find it fun?

Ever heard of the saying "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me?"
Wrong.
Words slash through my heart leaving scars that will never fade.
You've made me feel as though I'm invisible.
That I'm alone.
I spend day after day questioning why I live.

I'm alone
With no friends
And you've won.

ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ!

ꜰʀᴏᴍ: ᴄᴇʟᴇꜱᴛᴇ

So, that's one of the poems I've written throughout the course of my life lol. I wrote this one in Year 7, so when I was around 12.