All day, every day I'm terrified of you. Again and again your fist makes contact with my skin.
Broken spirit, heart, will, pride. Be happy because you broke me.
Can't you just smell the pride seeping off of you as you beat me up again. Can anybody see me? Help me?
Dead. I'm dead. ****.
Everyone looks the other way. Nothing wrong happens in their worlds. Even the teachers.
Fear seeps into my bones when I see you in the halls. '*******!' I scream in my head, but can never get the words out my mouth. "***" you whisper, in a way that cuts deeper than any scream.
Go away. Please. Get bored of me.
How can someone be this awful? Help me.
It was stupid of me to fight back, because I can't breath after you kick me in the stomach.
Just make my life a living hell, please be my guest. Justice is ****.
Keep an eye on me, in case I start to get happy again. That could be a problem. Key word: Target.
Love is foreign now. Lonely is not.
My days are black. Are you happy now? Maybe your life is ****, so you have to make my life the same.
Never has someone hated me so much just for being alive. Nice welcome to high school.
"Oh who would ever give a **** about you?" Obviously, no one.
Please... Please... People, why can't you see me?!
"Queen *****!" I call you. "Queen of the rats" you call me.
Running, running, running again. Running in vain for you will only get me later.
Sometimes I can avoid you, or manage to get away with only a shove or an insult. Stay and beat me if you want, if it makes you feel better because I am giving up for now.
"Tomorrow, today won't seem so long" I tell myself. Tell me help is coming.
Underdogs always win in the end right? Under your power is not where I thought I would be.
Vacant are my eyes, for you have driven my soul away. Vandalized locker, I know it was you.