Bullied

Bloodied. Hurt. Knocked Down. My whole life I've wondered, If there was something wrong with me. Something that everyone could see. Making me a target for bullying. No matter where I was, Even after I had moved somewhere new, The bullies found me. And they crushed me. No matter what I said, No matter what I did, They always found a reason. Soon I began to find reason to hate myself too. I began to cut, to plot my death. Anything to help take the pain away from the bullying. Anything to make me feel better about myself. But I got caught. I never could follow through. I got help. Slowly I got better. But I can never forget how they made me feel.