Murdered Poem by Tori Wright

They know what to do
Had it planned
Knew how to make it look
Accidental
They bullied me
Made me feel little
Said I was ugly and worthless
Slowly they killed me
Made me nothing but skin
Emotionless and dead
No one know how dead I was
I had no soul
They murdered my soul
All I had left was skin and that
Was dying too
I wouldn't last long
They knew that
So they waited
Till I was almost gone
And said I was never to be anything
But fat ugly little girl who never
Could do anything
They murdered my dreams and soul
Made me dead
I was nothing
Nothing