Dear bully
The weekend went by great, not really. It's warm outside and I'm wearing Long sleeves and jeans. No not because of the cuts, cause of something else...
I walked up to you today, asked why you were sorry, no response. I asked what was my fault. Within seconds you had slammed me into the lockers, grabbing looks from pass Byers. You said
"somethings are better off un-said"
The only thing that could leave my mouth was "no" you gave me a look that meant shut up. I know that now. Why didn't I at that time. I asked again. You took me off the lockers and slammed me into them again. I asked again, slam, again, slam.
Why won't you just tell me?
~dreamer~
