helpstopbullying

You want to end it? Think of this. You write your suicide note... And you set it on the table. You take your razor, your silver, two inch razor. And you start to slide it across your wrist. You barely feel a thing. After all, the pain of life is more than the pain of the blade. And you take that belt you never wore, the one that was too tight, the one you starved yourself to fit into. And you wrap it once, twice around your neck... and you pull it tight. Barely breathing, you put the ends of the belt on something to hold you up. Something to strangle you. Something to kill you. And you die. And that's the end, right? Wrong. So, so wrong.

I know you, but you don't know me. I know what I've heard, and I know what I've seen. You're such a slut (at least that's how it'll seem) I'll spit at you with hatred until you start to bleed. I know where you've been and I know what you've done. I know who you are... now let's have some fun. "Did you hear about that girl?" "Yeah. She's so disgusting." I know you, and I know where to call. I know you, but you don't know me at all. I'll dial your number, and hey, it's ringing! I can't wait to hear your cries singing. "Hello?" "Slut." "Whore." "Freak." "Weirdo." "Loser." *click* Well, you're all mine now, so where do i start? I know! I'll s