Dear Bully,

Today you walked into my house,

I tried to kick you out.

I failed.

You yelled at me for screwing up your head.

You blamed me for hole on your door.

You blamed me for last night.

You blamed me for the reason the video of us dance has made you look like an idiot.

I agree.

I disappoint both of us, everyone.

When you left,

I brought out my only helpful friend.

The blade.

The thing that gotten me through tough times,

And maybe if I'm lucky it'll get me through all the hard times and kill me.

Blame ,
Me