I know I'm not pretty enough or popular enough, to you I'm just a joke.
You bully, belittle and tease. soon I will be gone and you'll find a new victim, I hope they're stronger than me and that they will be able to say "I overcame all of the torment."
I will be the one to say I was to weak, I didn't last.
I screamed "help me!" Begged "save me!" But none of you heard.
Now I'm dead and your alive, how does it feel to know your a murderer?
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A/N: so I made this a year ago and now I'm sharing it with all of you.
