Dear bully,
You broke into my house.
You found me.
In the middle of killing myself.
Blood running down my arms.
Pooling on the bathroom floor.
I couldn't get the fucking bottle open.
Why wouldn't you let me die?
Ugly sluts deserve to die.
I deserve to die.
YOU ARE READING
Dear bully
Teen FictionKayla the victim. Jason the aggressor. Kayla can't say what she wants to say. But she can write it. So she writes And writes. And writes.
