Dead

Bullying story told through a poem

A tear rolls down my face as I feel a thump on the back of my head.
It was a crumbled piece of paper that read:
"Stupid b***h. what a hoe. Die."
I choked back tears so they don't see me cry.
As the bell rang, I ran for the bathroom.
I made a list of those who would visit my tomb.
I stare at the list and wonder why I even try,
I whisper "I should just die"
As I walked home, cars passed me by.
"I bet one of these cars could hit me hard enough to make me die"
I head for my bathroom, searching for my pills.
The thought of living anymore gave me chills.
I grab my lipstick, write "you win" on the mirror,
crying, trying to make my mind clearer.
The pills are kicking in, finally consuming me.
Now I'm finally something that I want to be.
Dead.