Sit down and read the thoughts of a morbid one
Writing positive things I thought that’s what I wanted in life.
Thought it would help me change.
Was hoping a different outcome.
As I lay in bed the thoughts that go through my head are anything but wholesome.
I spend much time analyzing my past and getting bullied.
Drowning myself in the sorrow that keeps getting deeper.
Bullying is always a sensitive subject with myself.
Going through it first hand I understand why people go to extremes.
What they fail to talk about in the news stories.
Is the one who retaliated tried to stop it, felt like they had no choice left.