Dear bully,
I went to school today. I kept my sleeves over my hands. It makes me feel better. Than you made me feel worse.
You called me pathetic. Somehow you figured out I was trying to die.. Maybe you saw the deep cut in my wrist. It's the deepest one I've done.
I feel like throwing up every time I look at it.
YOU ARE READING
Dear bully (COMPLETED)
KurzgeschichtenAs the time goes by her smile does too. A constant frown is its replacement. Tears. Hurt. Pain. Words. Is that her only fate ?
