Every now and then I find myself sitting under my bed with tears rolling out of my eyes. My whole body will be rocking and shaking and soon my lungs will start burning. No matter how much they burn I still can’t do anything about it. I can’t tell the people that hurt me that I have feelings or stand up for myself. I always just stand there and take in every word and every blow. No matter how much they hurt or sting I will never do anything but sit under my bed and cry.
It’s your fault. Why do you have to be so stupid? You’re a freak. He likes me better. No one likes you. I hate you. You’re fat!
I always think they are my friends, but in the end they just use me. Someone cooler and more popular will come along and I will be left alone, behind. One day you won’t be able to talk to me like I’m trash. You won’t be able to think that you’re better than me. You won’t be able to push me, throw me down.
Just kidding.
I know myself better than that. I will stay under my bed and cry and in the morning I will smile and act like I love life. When in reality all I want is an escape. I’m tired of being a wimp. I’m tired of wallowing in my own self pity. I just want to be out of the darkness, out of this hatefulness.
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