My bully ruined my life.
She made me starve.
She made me cut myself.
She made me cry in the night until I fell asleep.
She made me cry in the day.
She told me to stop crying when I got beaten up so I wouldn’t tell on her.
She made me want to die.
She made me bleed.
She made me hungry.
She made me thirsty.
She made me scared.
She made me too scared to eat or leave where I was safe.
She made me runaway from home.
She made me hate myself.
She made me feel ugly.
She made me feel dumb.
She made me feel useless.
She told me my father was dead already.
But I still love her.
I still went to visit her when she was sick in the hospital.
I still ask about her.
I still worry about her.
She is my grandma’s daughter.
She is my mom’s sister.
She is my cousins’ mom.
She is my aunt.
She is my abuser.
She is my bully.
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