Dear Bully,
I threw the bars away.
They wouldn't help me.
They'd make me fat again.
I know how I would kill myself.
Pills.
You hit me again today.
The old bruises were just clearing up.
And wrote ugly things on my locker.
The old paint was just disapearing.
My wrists ran out of room.
So now I cut my thighs.
I know you saw my cuts today.
You stared for a long time.
Made me feel insecure.
Then you hit me and told me to stop cutting.
Trust me I tried.
I can't.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Bully
Teen FictionShe knows who she is. The schools freak. The girl who everyone hates. "Dear Bully" is a story consisted of letters Jesse Sanners writes to her bully as she deals with unimaginable pain and insecurity. Jesse. The loser. The freak. The survivor. Cover...
