I don't mean to be upfront with it,

But….

Why do we get bullied?

Do some of us actually deserve it?

Why do we get hurt by what others say?

Why does it happen?

Why do we care?

Why should we go on knowing the sadness there?

I hate my life,

I hate life without glee.

But the one thing that makes it ok…..

Is the friends that stick to me.

Friends are there by you when you need,

They help when you can’t do something,

They love you when you can’t love yourself,

When I feel that I may burst,

I remember my family.

I know i have some who love me.

My friends,

Family,

And even those who only know my secret side.

I hate to live,

But i can’t die.