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I'm holding the bottle of painkillers in my hand, it's too bad they're saving me from my pain in a terrible way.

I sit down on the bathroom floor and twist it open pouring the pills into my hand. I'm shaking and crying uncontrollably now as all the memories of you ever hurting me flashes in my head.

Once I reach for my glass of water and gulp these pills down it'll all be over...for me and for you. You won't have anyone to hurt and I won't have anyone tormenting me.

It's done, I lay my head down so I can go peacefully, your hurtful words singing in my head for the last time.

You can't tell me I'm worthless or useless or ugly, whatever hurtful words you can think of.

You'll hear that I'm gone really soon and I know you'll have a huge smile on your face, you and your friends. Everyone else who ever laughed at your jokes about me. Everyone who stood and watched and recorded you hurting me, goodbye.

I wish I could tell my family how much I would miss them, but it's too late for that, this is my goodbye.

You finally did it, I cracked, you broke me! It's done.