I know what it feels like
To be
pushed,
hit,
Kicked,
laughed at,
to feel worthless
to be told to **** myself
to be late to class just to avoid my bullies
to ask teachers for help and not get help
I hate to say it but if I had the chance to make them pay for what they did, I would

You feel better cutting your woes away?
I see you hide the scars that you can’t help but give yourself.
Falling in the darkness and not having the strength to pull yourself out.
I can’t help but watch as you fall again and blame yourself for something you didn’t do.
How can you help someone up who pushes themselves down? Slowly wishing for death in the darkness of a bathroom.
Crying out for death to take the pain away you mutter I feel better

No one's here to hear my pleas
You said you be back but you never came
A false thread of hope torments me
As I scream out for help your hope has done nothing but plunge me deeper into the water
Finally I stop trying and accept my fate
You were to late
All hope has to eventually deflate

I am not good enough to make you stay. I can tell that you don’t even notice me anymore,all you notice is her. She hurt me in a way that you will never know. She hurt me because I envy her.
I envy everything that you see in her from the way she talks to the way she walks.
Your everything to me but I am nothing to you. I am your bestfriend and you have never thought of me any other way.
Do you remember when you said you liked the way me face lit up when you walk into the room? You made me feel special now I feel like nothing.
Was it all just a game do you take pleasure with playing with my emotions? You act like it never happened I wonder if she knows what she has?
I would love to be him and for you to notice me but I am not him I am nothingness…

You didn’t love him because you don’t destroy something you love.  He lost inside.
I don’t know what to do about it.
    Ever since she left him, he has been lost I can tell the only reason he let me in is to pick up the pieces a broken heart and find a lost soul.
         She had the dignity to tell me she was just using him. That is one secret that I will take to the grave.
    I can tell that he doesn’t want to suffer alone, but I am suffering hearing him tell me how he feels about it.
The one person that  would take a bullet for me, protect me no matter what I did, my only true friend,  is suffering and I don’t know how to fix it.
Have you ever watch something you love be destroyed by the hands of others.
If you have you know how I feel the despair,  loneliness, and the fact that you know you can’t fix it. 
 Does that mean that they don’t notice how you feel or does it mean that your just their second choice?