It is you I fear, the one that bullied me so
badly.
Sadly you didn't know how I feel though.
I want to die not live.
I don't want to be heard not to be seen.
Somtimes you hurt me so badly and don't even notice.
Just look at my wrist and see.
I have gone mad lately.
Somtimes you tell me Im way too light.
Somtimes way to small.
But these words hurt like thorns on roses.
I can't help but think...
When will this Knife
finally end my life?