Today, you hit me and called me a bitch.
I'm used to it.
After lunch you kicked me in the stomach.
You told me you were trying to help me become skinny.
I hate you.
Why do you do this?
Did I make your life a hell?
Do your parents beat you?
You have friends.
Your popular.
You don't worry about life.
You don't spend every waking minute
wanting to die.
Do you?
Of course not...
Why would you.
Your life is perfect, isn't it.
You just don't want me to have that.
You hate me. That's ok.
I hate you too.
I really do.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding
Teen FictionYou punch me. You hit me. You laugh at me. You call me a bitch. You say i'm a slut . You tell everyone i'm fat. You smile when I cry. And yet, I can see it in your face. You don't want to hit me. You don't want to punch me. You don't want to laugh a...
