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I die a little inside, when you say those hurtful words. When you pick on me and call me names, it makes me go crazy. I only wish to be accepted, but not even that can be done. Why must you hate me so much? What have I done to hurt you?

I thought we were friends. I thought we loved each other. You were someone I could confide my deepest darkest secrets. Now They are being spilled to the world. I can't stand the mocking, and the constant ridicule. I can't stand it any more. Why are you like this? What have I done to hurt you?

I cry alone in my room, constantly wishing to end this pain. I wish it would end soon. One little word, one stupid little word started this, and now that same word will be the end.

I can feel it's cold embrace. Wrapping me in it's icy blanket. I can see the lights. Oh how bright they are. My ears have been deafened to the noise outside. The only sound I can hear is shallow breathing. He's standing over me now. Holding out his skeletal hand. He will be my angel, and carry me from this world on his charred wings. He will protect me from all the things you've done. Death is my salvation. Hell my paradise.