Seventh Grade Poem

the whole idea of it makes me wallow in pain. As my heart bleeds red blood. As if it were as fragile as glass and some one stomped on it my heart was shattered in to a million tiny broken peaces the pain so unbearable. How do people live with this pain will it ever go away? all i can do it mask it..but the pain will always be there. Times where its not as bad and others where its ten times worse then the last why do they try to hurt me what did i do? Because the whole idea of it makes me die little by little in side.