Being the Victim

It's a hard life, and a sad one at that, they pull on my hair, and they call me fat Their words are like bullets, and I am under attack, it's getting too much, I slip through the crack I try and claw back, but they push me back down, they slapped my smile away, leaving only a frown The lies continue, and I don't tell a soul, things get much worst, I fall in a hole A hole of emotion, from which I never return, I prey to my god, but they never learn They mess with my mind, And they ruin my life, drive me to the edge, I pull out a knife They cry at my funereal, as if they knew me well, people feel sympathy for them, why did I not tell?