Dear Bully

Letter 72✨

Dear bully,

I grab the blade from my drawer

I looked up into the mirror

Tears down my face

Eyes as red and puffy as an apple

I out the blade on my wrist and slide it across

The pain hurts but I push it to the back of my mind

I can't live anymore

My dad will be happier as well

I kept going up my arm and on the other as well

I do it on my legs making my vision go all blurry
 
My eight goes black and I fall do the ground letting go of the blade

All of sudden o hear nothing I smell nothing I feel nothing

I only see darkness

Is this what dying is like

Am I gone for good now