Mistaken

Bully

You call me all these names,
Then you act like it's a game.
When will you believe,
That it takes a while to grieve?
No, I'm still not over it.
But now I don't need to cover it.
You were a reason I did this,
One of the scars on my wrist.
Now you're sitting there,
All you can do is stare.
Why can't you see,
This wasn't just me?
Yes, I used to harm myself.
And I know it's bad for my health.
How does it give you a right to bully?
You'll never understand fully.
Because as a kid you called me lazy,
Then that escalated to crazy.
And you thought it wouldn't faze me?
That it wouldn't make life hazy?
All my life you've said mean things,
Made fun of all my rings.
How would you feel?
Because to me, it was unreal.
Which is why I turned to cutting,
And you're laughing like it's funny.
You handed me scissors one day,
Said I should go away.
"Let's have a cutting party!"
Did you think that wouldn't hurt me?
Did you think I'd be okay?
Did you notice my sleeves in the play,
That I acted in right after?
Because I could hear your laughter.
And I just need you to see,
Nothing good comes from a bully.