If I died would you go look at my grave?
Would you stay for awhile or wash away quickly like a wave?
Would it make you learn how to behave?
I am tired of you treating me like this!
Picking on me because I wouldn't be missed!
And hitting me with your fist.
I wouldn't miss you throwing me in the trash.
And me falling making a loud crash.
You have given me a bloody nose.
And wedgies, I hate those.
You have hit and kicked me and called me fat, while saying I am blinder than a bat...
I'm thinking about ending it...then i wouldn't need a first aid kit.
I remember when this first began, you stole my baseball mit.
We got into a fight and the teacher told us to sit.
I thought my mom would have a fit.
I was punished for a week.
We didn't speak.
I felt so weak.
You continued to bully me and never let me be!
Why wont you just set me free?
