I watch these words tear at my soul
Slowly ripping me apart, layer by layer
Does it make you feel good that you’ve reduced me to this?
Do you sit there and laugh while I lie bleeding on the floor
Do you get off on the fact that you’ve ‘won’
I bet it wouldn’t faze you in the slightest if I did it
It would probably make you ecstatic to see me gone
You could carry on and be happy
Keep up the façade that you’re innocent, that you’re the one being wronged
Just let it be me
Why do you have to attack other people?
What do you get apart from making me hurt more by bringing them into this?
I know that this is your sick and twisted pleasure
To make me hurt as much as you can while you sit on the sidelines and laugh
And you do
You laugh and you’re nasty like the high school bitch you are
Make everyone’s lives miserable to keep yourself happy
I never understood what I did wrong
To make you hate me so much
I never did anything to want this hatred
I kept my peace
I kept my distance for far too long
You didn’t like it when I fought back
I guess it came as a surprise, really
I grew sick of the constant bullshit
The weekly attacks in some form or another
Make me cry for hours at a time
Does it make you happy to know that I cried?
And I still am
I haven’t stopped for days now
I keep up appearances
Make it seem like everything is alright
When inside
I want to die
It is you that has made me feel like this
I hope you realise this

And honestly
I hope it fucking kills you