Dear Bully,
They say "life isn't meant for everyone"
There's always someone who ends all the fun.
Whose heart is filled with bitter and hate,
Never realized until it's too late.
People tell me to turn the other cheek,
But how can I when you've made me so weak.
There you sit, pretty on a throne,
While I stand below you, with no one, alone.
I'm pushed forwards, away from my friends,
Closer to the other side, right near the end.
Hours shift to days, days shift to weeks,
And I've come to imagine, my blood on my sheets.
Pretty, stained red, for everyone to see,
Maybe she'll finally see what she's done to me.
e.d
