when i came to school the next day, everyone started calling me horrible names. they even called me a prostitute.

some boys even started throwing money at me as they joked around, telling me they'll pay me to do something for them.

at one time, i overheard a conversation between you and your friends. you were bragging about what you did to me. you laughed as you called me easy.

but each word you said about me stabbed my heart.

you stabbed me so much, it doesn't even hurt anymore.