Bullies
I'm so tired, I can't sleep.
Are your jokes so funny when I weep?
My wrists are scarred with long red lines,
I cut myself to get through these rough times.
I wake up in the morning and I take some pills just to get through the day,
But they don't help me anyway.
Tears run down my face all night,
So many that they blur my sight.
I feel so stupid now, so dumb,
I have become so numb.
I'm being suffocated by this stress,
My whole mind feels like a mess.
I hate myself in every way,
And it gets worse every single day.
Bullies are on my case,
Always laughing in my face.
They laugh now but one day they'll see,
How stupid it is to be me.
I don't have the hardest life and I'm not saying I do,
I'm just saying that I wish you knew.
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