To My High School Bullies
To my high school bullies,
Hi.
I think
Being dead
Is no relief
Running through this eternal emptiness,
Never feeling that which makes us human
And you forced me
To leave, to
End my
Pain
But you
Forgot that
Life is precious
I wish I had remembered on that day
Though my life is ended, I still regret
In my heaven
And my hell
Future
Lost.
Sincerely,
Anonymous
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