Bullied To The Grave
Everything is 'normal' at first glance.
You could be the shyest person around or the most popular girl
Or boy;anyone can become a victim. For no explainable reason,
One day,your life got turned upside down by someone who is
fighting their own demonic battles. You are living a nightmare,
day in and day out,you try to find an escape route from the dirty
words and jokes,mean looks,and cruel laughs of those who are
not in your shoes. You and deal with it the best way you can but
the pain and scar of the taunting and teasing is squeezing your
life support. You start doing things have never really crossed
your mind before;you are constantly in a foul mood,depressed,
and stressed. You suffer alone in the confines of your room
wishing you could tell a parent or a friend but for you,it probably
won't matter at this point because you are at the end of your
rope anyway. You have been a bullying victim for months.
Inside and outside of school. Even on the social networks,
there is no breath of fresh air for you;there's no end to this
madness. None. At least not yet. Everything is perspective now,
the pain you feel won't ease up until you're out of the picture.
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