Rumors. Secrets. Lying.

You made me feel like i’m dying.

You treated me like dirt.

I used to think it hurt.

But i’ve gotten used to it.

The hitting. The yelling.

You would hate me for telling.

So I kept to myself.

But it doesn't matter anymore

Im fine; good as new.

But it would be a lie if i said “I love you too.”

Dont hurt me. Dont hate me.

Because i'm done with you.

You made feel like im, gum on someone's shoe.

I drown you out with the voices in my head.

They tell me, “i wish she were dead!”

But now I have ignored you.

And i’ve gotten new friends too!

And my party is on sunday?

Are you coming?

Oh wait, just a small detail that i forgot.

You are the bully, i am the victim.

You are the dark taking over my light.

You’ve hurt me. You’ve beat me. You’ve made me cry.

So, therefore you’re not invited.

You figure out why.