My Bully

Each an every day,

you hurt me in each and every way

I want it to end,

Wish we could make amends

But my bruises will never heal,

and i still try to appeal,

but you never give me a chance,

not even a glance.

Your words cut like knives,

on my skin.

We used to be best friends,

but you left me for

the "cool kids"

I don't know what I did,

but you started to hurt me,

physically,

emotionally,

Why did you become my bully?

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apples1923

This is why I wrote this:

one of my friends in middle school is being bullied. His friend left him behind to become one of the "cool kids" ( although we all know that they are NOT cool).

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