5/17/17
Dear Bully,
Shit, now you've done it. You make my mind and eyes fight to make fear. I see a man in the cornor of my room staring at me as I lay in bed, the dark cosuming both us.
A few hours later, to be exact, 10:57 p.m. Is when lightning, rain, and thunder combine to erupt my stay up as my mind is far too damaged to fall asleep. The man in the cornor keeps staring at me as I write this. This is all your fault.
I wouldn't be writing this if it were for you.
Your welcome.
Your welcome a million times.
A few minutes after 11:00 p.m. Lightning and thunder are here, as the rain had killed itself or, died out. Thunder and lightning stroke my house and caused the fire alarms to go off, but I don't blame the lightnin, because it never hurt us.
I blame the man in the shadows of my room for spawning it here. Because this never happens, and you never happened to be nice.
Rain rain, go away, come again another day.
-Morgan
P.S. I know you want me to cut again
YOU ARE READING
Dear Bully, I Am Not A Toy
RandomThis is just my bullying story, it's still happening today, and it will never stop. This is the story coming from a girl with anxiety, from a bully who doesn't give a shit.
