Sitting on the bottom step,

Alone and afraid,

Pallid hands clasped about a box;

Sandwiches that mummy made.

Socks rolled too high,

Deemed infantile and stupid by the other kids,

When they rounded on me,

I ran and hid.

Why did you do this to me?

Why did you do this to me?

Shirt was too white,

Cuffs not dirty and frayed.

If I upped and left now,

It wouldn't take long for the memory to fade.

I knew all the answers,

Always got it right.

Top marks all round…

Why did this mean we had to fight?

What did I do to you?

What did I do to you?

Every time someone approached,

You'd ward them off me.

Tales of my asocial behaviour,

Elaborated fables of my insanity.

Time passed slowly;

Crawling past with every second.

The more you teased,

The more death beckoned.

Why did you do this to me?

Why did you do this to me?

You made my life a misery,

I became naught but an empty shell.

The more insults issued,

The further I fell.

Depression set fast now,

Encapsulating me within its ebony clutch,

Summoning me hastily,

To settle in its darkest touch.

The rope felt right;

That knotted noose.

And as my life slipped from my grasp,

I pleaded for someone to let me loose.

No one came.

No one ever came.

I blame you, bully.

I blame you.