There he is,

My lifes torment,

School bully.

He walks past,

Shoves my shoulder,

I fall down into a locker.

Inside the locker it is dank and dark,

I notice them walk away with a smirk upon their faces.

I cry and i run,


To my home.

Help me lord,

I cry,

Nooone will save me now.

I'm done with being bullied,

I tell myself.

Done with the F yous in my mailbox.

So i grab the razorblade,

I drag it across my skin,

And it cries with me.

The ruby coloured tears will dry,

though noones here to dry my eyes,

goodbye, cruel world, goodbye

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