They see me around, they laugh.
They watch me, with cold eyes.
They grab me, poke me prod me to explode.
BUT I WON'T.
I can't let it happen.
No more laughter.
No more pain.
I can't fall again.
They watch me, cold eyes staring daggers into my chest.
Carving every detail they hated into their memories.
The dug deep with their words.
The insults echoing in the back of my mind.
They hated me.
They hurt me.
They tortured me.
They wanted me to go insane.
To go berserk.
To entertain them more.
give them satisfaction.
But i won't.
Instead I'll write my story on my wrists.
Cut my pain into them.
Show them the scars upon my arms and legs.
Prove to them they hurt me.
But all they did was hurt me more.
They Laughed More.
THEY BRUISED ME AND BEAT ME.
They turned me inside out and left my blood to dry beneath me in a crimson pool.
They never cared.
I was just another outcast.
I was just another geek.
I was just another VICTIM.......
Just, another....