My Bully
Each an every day,
you hurt me in each and every way
I want it to end,
Wish we could make amends
But my bruises will never heal,
and i still try to appeal,
but you never give me a chance,
not even a glance.
Your words cut like knives,
on my skin.
We used to be best friends,
but you left me for
the "cool kids"
I don't know what I did,
but you started to hurt me,
physically,
emotionally,
Why did you become my bully?
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