Dear Bully,
You haven't ate in 2 days.
You haven't slept in 3 days.
You haven't gone to school since I died.
My funeral is today.
You're making a speech.
You said some things you've never told me.
I love her.
I cared for her.
I hurt her.
She had a big effect on me.
Etc.
You said great things about me.
You went home after.
You shut your door.
You fell to the ground.
You started to cry.
You got up, grabbed a blade.
You sliced your skin and you said it was all your fault.
It wasn't.
You through everything off your desk.
You slammed your bloody fist into the wall.
I hope I didn't hurt you like you hurt me.
I love you.
Scincerley,
Victim.
