𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 // 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦

𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌

Closed my door, I listened to songs
To escape this world,
Where my bullies walked

Used to starve, until death summoned
I used to lie to my mum,
About the food left in my lunchbox

I used to hate myself;
Used to hate what I'd see
I used to see scars,
Full of cuts from the previous bully

I'd harm myself
For being not able to receive love,
I used to see my crush,
Joking about me
About the only way I looked

I saw girls
I'd say perfect
Blessed with bodies
No matter the amount they'd eat

I saw boys
I'd say lucky
Blessed with masculinity
No matter the amount they'd rowdy

But it's all a matter of time
As the time passed on,
I eventually became better, better than my bullies
All those who bullied got karma on the round