People think
I'm this
happy girl
who is always smiling
& laughing & dancing.
Who doesn't have
a care in the world.
Well, those people
are wrong.
I do all of those things,
but its all fake.
I cut myslef.
I cry myself to
sleep everynight.
Just because,
of my bully.
She is beuatiful.
Every guy wants her.
Every girl wants to be her.
& she just doesn't understand
how much her words hurt.
Because every single
bad name counts.
Every single bad
name hurts.
She is not hurting my physically,
but hurting me mentally.
The physical pain,
is caused by me.
I can't stop though.
It's like a rush
through my head
to the tips of my toes.
& starting from my wrist.
As the words will stay,
so will the scars.
With luck,
thedreamer79
With luck,
thedreamer79
We all have our popular girls, jocks, sl*ts, and just plain evil people around us..... I have several, and trust me, they've made me feel this way before.... each one of them. I don't know who the person is or where they're gonna be but I do know this: I hate to say it, but them & their little minions... aren't real. I'm not saying that your problem is false, but.... how shall I put it... they're stupid people who don't matter. See, (this will sound a little off topic, but it's worth it) this actor came to our school to do a one man skit talking about people in a town & their inter-related lives.... one of them was a girl, who had cuts on her wrists and called herself "Melanie the Ghost" felt like if she died, no one would care either. One day, a guy stood up for her and said to the mean girls a speech about her being beautiful and innocent, like Costa Rica, and how they should just stop bothering her. As Melanie started to leave, he whispered something to her: "They aren't real." So, basically, those people are evil and monsters, but just like the ones hiding underneath our beds as children, we wake up from the nightmare eventually.... Trust me.
Feel better... <3.
With luck,
thedreamer79