Dear Bully,

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Dear Bully,

I have razors,
Pills,
Bleach,
And anything that could Kill Me.

I saw you stare at me from the window of your room.
Shocked.
Scared.
Sad.
And most of all,
Sorry.

You busted through my window.
I was honestly quite confused.
What?
Why?
I don't understand.
Wasn't this what you wanted?
I'm giving you what you want.
What more do you want from me?
I have lost everything.
Friends.
The ability to be acknowledged by my parents.
And worst of all,
You.
What's left of me to take, other than my life?
I'm through with my life.

Someone's more deserving of it, right?
Someone's more important, right?

Can't you see?
I'm nothing more than an empty shell of who I used to be.
Now you're seeing what you've done?
It's too late for that.
You had your chances.
Your opportunities.
Your time.
Now all of them are gone or have run out.
Now you're here to stop me?
So what?
So you could bully me more?
Make me feel worthless?
Use me for entertainment?
Take advantage of me and my naivety?

Leave me be.
Let me end my worthless life once and for all.
Let me die in peace.
Let me make the pain stop.
Please?

You took my razors,
My pills,
My bleach,
And all my hazardous things.
You whispered with tears,
"Stop..."
I looked at you straight in the eyes and replied,
"I can't.."

I've gone to far and there's no going back.

Hear my plea.

Help me,
Save me from this pain,
My screams and shouts are left in vain,
I have nothing left,
So I'll take one last breath,
And finally be free.
My final wish,
My final plea,
Finally the death of me.