Bystander,
I hate the lies
I hate the insults
I hate the demons
I wish that I could get away from them
But they will be around me no matter what
they are my life
and I want to end them
but the only way is to end my life
but I'm too weak
YOU ARE READING
The Notes
Short StoryBully, You hurt me again. You called me some terrible things **** I have a bruise on my left cheek. It's from you, but you don't know it. **** Mom, When's Dad coming home? You either say "soon" or you hit me. I don't think he's ever coming home. ...
