She sits there staring at the walls thinking of all the mean things aid to her.

Something someone says she does when she never has,
He makes fun of her, his friends and him taunting,
she thinks of the one she loves
the one that is gone

the boy makes fun of this making slashing movements to his arms,

she screams, and she yells

but the boy does not stop,
does he not have a heart,
does he not see what he is doing is wrong?

to my bestfriend hoping things will get better