Looking Through Their Eyes.

" Looking through their eyes"

I was walking through the halls I did not have many friends. I was picked on day after day,week after week.

I was shoved in lockers kicked, tripped, books knocked out of hand. I tried to fight back but failed I tried to call out for help but I was always called a baby.

I tried to just ignore it but things got worse. I could not even make it thirty minutes without getting picked on. I read on the internet the ways to kill myself I thought that was the only way.

So one day I did it I hung my self I did it using my shoe laces and socks. I hung my self from the bleachers at school so that they could see what they did too me.