I was eleven
Eleven years old & cutting myself, wishing I was dead.
You made me feel like a creature , a disgusting monster instead of a human being.
Every push, shove, slap, word, dirty looks played in my head over and over and over
and over again, until I fell asleep.
The worst part? Sometime's they wouldn't go away, they'd follow me in my dreams.
A place I couldn't run away from or fight.
You managed to turn a little innocent girl into a deadful sinner.
I stopped eating because of your fat jokes
I started wearing pounds of make-up because of your ugly jokes
I started dying my hair because of your blonde jokes
I started wearing long sleeves and jeans in the summer because of your pale jokes
I started straightening my hair every single morning because of your rachet hair jokes
I started hating myself because of your jokes
I started cutting myself because of your jokes
I tried killing myself because of your jokes
I'm terrified to go to school because of your jokes
I want to die because of your joke
Now tell me,
is it still funny?