Bullies

I can hear everybody laughing at me, do they want me to hear? They\\\'re hardly being discreet. I drop my head and drag my feet.
I walk past them, and I wipe the tears from my eyes quickly, hoping they wont notice. I don\\\'t want them to know they are killing me inside.
I want to tell the world how I feel, that I want to die, I want them to know that when I get home I will cut myself, so deep that I cant cry in pain.
The blood will flow but the tears will stop. I will wake up tomorrow and go back and face my life again. Will tomorrow be better? It cant get any worse.
Oh yes it can, it can get so bad that I walk to the top of a hill, onto a bridge, I stand on the bridge and I think, if people weren\\\'t so horrible I wouldn\\\'t have to jump.