Remember the time you nearly bullied me to suicide? 

Remember all those times you called me a slut?

Remember all the times you laughed at me? 

Remember when you broke me? 

Remember the day I didn't show up to school? 

Remember the entire 14 months you went without seeing me? 

Remember when you hurt me so bad I switched schools? 

Do you remember all the times you made me cry? 

Am I really something so amusing to watch shrivel up and die? 

Did you enjoy the life seeping from my body every day you called me ugly?

You don't even seem to recall the night Chris called you screaming. 

Because I tried to fly.

I tried to leave. 

Kill myself off and die. 

But you claim it never happened. 

Yes, I'm sure, because this is all in my imagination, right?

This pain which lives in my heart, that's all it is? 

I alone am to blame for the feelings that occur? 

Of course, always me, apparently, I am my own bully

A wilting flower that managed to pour weed killer on itself. 

A dandelion in a patch of roses, a weed? 

Silly me, stupid girl, I'd bet I'm mentally insane. 

Why can't I be like you? 

Straight, "smart", funny, all the things you told me i'd never be. 

Like your so called "Awesomeness" Overpowers me. 

The insecurities you carved in me. 

cut me down so you can have more space. 

but the lack of trees denies you oxygen and thus you've killed me.

one of your fellow people. \

a part of the human race.

                                                   Ariah Christman