Dear Bully,
Stop.
Please, your words are starting to get to me.
Some how you found out about my older brother...you said he killed himself because he was ashamed to have a sister like me.
I didn't cry in front of you, no. I bitch slapped you and walked away.
But when I went home....the tears wouldn't stop.
Melissa came over to comfort me, her and Andrea know how much that day hurt to think about. Andrea didn't stop by. She sent a text to see if I was ok.
I knew you could say hurtful things, but that.. That hurt deep.
I don't understand the saying " sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me." Because injuries heal over time, but words stick. Forever.
