They filed in, in two neat lines, dragging an aura of despair with them. They formed an inescapable circle around me. Their insults and taunts cut at me like a whip, breaking me, bringing me to the ground where they laughed all the more.
"Stupid, silly little child!"
"She still thinks she's better than us"
"No one wants you here."
They tear me to pieces trying to finish me off, but they're too late; I'm already dead. They have killed my defiance, but my soul and humanity is intact. I will NEVER become one of them. Then I wake up.
YOU ARE READING
The End
PoetryPoetry and short stories I've written about the suicidal, bullying and self harm. No graphic content. Co-written with casually_crazy. TRIGGER WARNING
