Why do you have to be so mean
Does it bring you joy
To see the stream
Of tears
running down my cheek
You laugh because
I'm just so weak
I know that already
please cut it out
I get it I'm worthless
Don't make me shout
Cause if I do
I'll then be "hot head"
It's probably already
Been said
No I'm not stupid
you've done this before
So I remain
Staring at the floor
Avoid eye contact
Take a deep breath
Maybe today
She'll leave alone me like the rest
I know you won't you're just too awful
Look at the ceiling
Now I'm "gullible"
Stupid, delusional,
Easy prey.
Who knows
Maybe I'll be gone one day
Just one cut
Could take the pain away
But maybe
I really want to stay
I do want
To live and breathe
But what's the point
If all I do is grieve
Fat, ugly,
Red head bitch.
But if I tell
I'll be a "snitch"
I say stop
You still do it
Then you sit and laugh
I have scars to prove it
24/7 I get made fun of
And at the end of the day
I still don't understand
Why do you have to be this way?
