Maybe things were turning around
She finally had a friend
But like God
It wasn't real.
Both of them turn on you.
The texts are just words.
Don't reply.
But it doesn't work.
They keep coming at her.
13 starts a fire.
19 another girl joins in.
Self defense makes it worse.
"Nobody likes you!"
Friends aren't real.
But the pain..
God it's so real.
30th text.
Tears start to fall.
Pathetic.
Your mother doesn't even notice,
Two seats away from you,
TV blaring.
Someone notices you.
Finally.
I couldn't scream for help.
You can't explain,
Because now maybe you are to blame.
Pushed you to call her a bitch.
You
Are
To
Blame.
Your mother screaming at you,
"This better not come back to hurt me"
Appearances.
You go to the school.
She told everyone you harassed her.
As if it weren't bad enough.
Principal won't do anything.
"It occurred outside school premises."
So you become sick.
Three days.
One week.
Three weeks.
"You have to go back."
"Toughen up."
"It's not even that bad."
Death was more comforting than you.
