When will it end

Changing myself critiquing everything for someone who can't even look me in the eye behind your screens, you seem to hide, but when we are face-to-face, not a word or sound, you make.Even behind your scree you could just kill me. Words that slit my wrists and break my neck. Do you not know what you're doing? You do because it's been done to you. bullying is bullying behind the screen or unseen. It is still here and we are the ones who hear the screams and our screaming ourselves.


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