All the Notes I'll Never Leave

Bullied.

You think it's funny. You move quickly, step after clumsy step, you push at me, snarl at me, your foot finds mine own and I trip. Somewhere in this fall I loose my grip.

You think you're funny. Speaking of suicide. You've done so much to push me to it, spread all those rumors and lied. You've ruined all that I could have and all I ever could be, I wonder what you will think when you find out what has become of me.

You talk a big game, with all your little jokes. All your torments, just to draw petty laughter from your sadistic friends' throats. You called me, and I remember, 'An emo fuck'. You pushed me, and you beat me, without ever raising a fist up.

You are my attacker. You beat my ego until it bleeds anxiety and still you try to draw more from me. I have nothing left to give, the only real resistance left is to find the will to live. Can I, or can I not? Either way I feel my soul begin to rot and tear, my tears sweep all emotion away in floods while my fingers tear at my hair.

I am your victim, so tell me, how does it feel to know you have won? You are my killer. I hope you had fun.

~Author's Note: this is a mix of multiple true stories including my own. The ending however, is invented and is not how these situations should ever end. If you need help I WILL take messages and try to connect you to a proper hotline or talk you through things if possible. You are NEVER alone. You are loved and appreciated. Never let them win. ~