Calm down.
It helps to count to ten.
So close your eyes and count to ten.
One. When you shoved me against the lockers.
Two. When you purposly tripped me.
Three. When you publicialy humiliated me.
Four. When you spit on me.
Five. When you started bullying me.
Six. When you pushed me down.
Seven. When you hit me.
Eight. When you beat me.
Nine. When you got your friends to beat me.
Ten. When you told me to go kill myself.
Counting to ten doesn't always help.
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PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
