Dear Bully,
I did it. I made sure no one was around, and I dragged you into a dark classroom.
You already knew what happened but I talked to you today.
I told you I was sorry, and death is always hard.
You were really angry and shoved me very hard.
You told me I didn't understand.
I shook my head and told you, you don't understand.
You looked up at me surprised.
Tears threatened to fall at that moment, and I didn't wanna let you see my sad, miserable side.
I told you how much I knew, how I knew you weren't okay.
I told you that hurting others is just giving them what they want,
I told you that you must not lose yourself through everything.
Then, I walked out.
I let the tears fall, and they haven't stopped.
Death never gets better, love.
