Why do people bully?

What makes them feel the need to?

How could i let someone so mean get to me?

I remember the whispers of "freak" and "emo"

I remember the tears i saved for night I remember my friends well not really friends who controlled my life.

I still sometimes wish I could've spoke out instead of letting what they say rule my night.

No i was never physically bullied but at home was worse.

Brother calls me fat and I'm plain stupid to mom and dad.

But i learned not to cry

I held it in and i made no regrets as the blade touched my skin

I never cut to deep but made sure there's pain, i found my release

But soon enough i had to speak out and so i did and i refused to give in.