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From A Bully's Point Of View From A Bully's Point Of View
I kill people with the words I say.
I love it.
I lie and say I'm apologetic,
When I'm not.
People believe me and I laugh at their stupidity.
I pill people's drinks and insult them for fun.
I enjoy their pain when I throw insults at them.
I love it.
I'm evil, brainless and have a hollowed out heart.
I make people cry and I do not regret it.
These HandsThese hands,
are covered in other peoples blood,
lifeless their lifespan cut in half
corpses almost buried under the ground,
These dead physiques have blood pouring out of them,
The hands of torturers enjoying the pain of others,
These hands now are cut off their bodies.
You are not remorseful.you are not remorseful.
You don’t care about my feelings,
or the words that you throw at me.
You only care that you got caught.
You regret what you say only when you’re in trouble.
You don’t even bother to apologize,
even if you did you wouldn't really mean it
you pretend as if this never happened.
Nothing did actually happen to you that day.
But that day my feelings were shattered,
Do you not realize this or do you just not care all?
Sticks and StonesSticks and stones break my bones
But words will rip my skin apart
Does that ever even occur to you?
Don't you fucking get it?!
your words, they are cruel and painful
they fucking hurt
You don't care, do you?
“I’m Sorry” Oh no, it’s absolutely fucking fine;
it’s not as if I have feelings or anything!
If I had my way I’d slit your throat with the knife you left in my back
The Boy With The Dagger.The Boy With The Dagger.
The boy didn't really have a dagger, but his words made up for it. His words were so offensive that it felt as if you were being stabbed multiple times. The boy had jet black hair and greeny-brown eyes. He had a slim body and almost always wore all black, a black hoodie and black jeans. He'd send messages to people saying, "You are a worthless piece of shit." The people he sent this to would burst into tears and feel worthless for ages. He'd send emails saying, "You're too ugly to fuck. I know way hotter bitches anyway you fucking fat bitch. The girl who got this email started shaking and almost started crying right there and then. But when this boy got into trouble he was the most cooperative person in the world and extremely polite. He'd apologize and everyone knew, including the boy himself that, of course he didn't mean it at all. The teachers didn't know that though. To the teachers he was so convincing. He'd laugh and make fun of people. He'd swear
Olivia’s Point Of View
“You’re fucking fat!”
“Stupid fat bitch”
"You are a worthless piece of shit."
Their words stab me deep in my heart and follow me out of the school cafeteria as I run to the bathroom. I hear them laughing behind me. Maybe they’re right; Tears cloud my vision as I lock the door and descend to the floor with my sad excuse for a lunch. Their words eat away in my brain causing me to not want to eat. I sit in the bathroom and pull out a blade. I start trembling as I look at the parallel scars on my wrist and I begin cutting. I watch as the crimson blood starts flowing down my arm causing me to cry harder, yet at the same time feel calmer. No one else would ever understand that. I cry harder wishing that I can just disappear. No one would give a fuck anyway. I have no friends or anyone. I quickly look down at my arm. The blood has nearly dried causing parallel ridg
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