The Bullied

Their vicious words pierce through the skin, like a terrible knife sheathed with blood. The unshakable pain they create burns like a fire hotter than hell It just keeps growing creeping like frostbite through my mind. Lies! All of them! Those girls only wish to create chaos and misery in my life and they’ve succeeded. Their gossip rips through me and incinerates my soul. Everyone believes them. The only “hello” I receive are cold stares, terrifying glares, and ambient hatred. I haven’t heard my own name in months. They only spit out gusts of saturated hate. I reside in cold isolation.. No one wants me. I’m a frost bitten shell of a person who cannot even retreat to their own mind. Haunted by their merciless acts. My cold, lonely excuse for mind calls out for the warm embrace of a friend. The horrible pain of a soul being ripped from its body, skin being torn to shreds, or the freezing of a heart couldn’t compare to this agonizing pain. At least death numbs the pain away. I walk around with hate and darkness in my eyes and I’m completely losing my grasp of myself. My only motivation is the knowledge that they are all lies. I never did those things. I never said those things. I hope watching me shatter has been as fun as they thought it would be. I’d hate to be even more of a waste of space than they’ve made me believe I am. Today their control over me ends. I refuse to suffer any longer. These are the last tears that will fall from my eyes. I will finally let the words escape my cold, dry lips. “Help me”.