A/N: Hey, guys. A sad one today. I saw this really depressing film on Friday at school about bullying and how far it would escalate. So, I wondered how far someone would go. I hard someone could be pushed and I came up with this. I know it's a pathetic attempt at a poem, but it's the best I could do. So… yeah.

Limits.

To die tomorrow wouldn't be so bad,

I know that if I did

People probably wouldn't be sad,

They're always saying they want me to die,

And I know that they don't lie.

The bullies taunt and tease me,

They won't leave me be,

They drive away anyone who wants to be my friend,

They don't see that it makes me want to go to my end.

They scare me,

With they're kicks and slaps,

Splat!

I'm on the floor.

I go home with bruises everywhere on my body,

My parents see me,

But they don't care,

For them to ask me if I was ok would be very rare.

I go to school the next day,

And so does the bully,

He hurts me in a new way,

He touches me.

I go home today with new types of bruises,

In new places,

I ran today,

But he's the one who always wins all the races.

I'm doom to stay like this,

For all eternity,

The next day I again go to school,

He makes my lips touch his.

His soft,

He's gentle,

He's grotesque.

Today I don't go to school,

I go to the mall,

But he's there too,

I know what he's going to do so I try to stall.

I tried, I tried,

It didn't work.

Now I don't have to worry about him,

Because I'm in not in hell anymore,

And he is,

I put a knife to his throat.

He caught up to me,

I reached under my skirt,

I felt the blade,

I know what he was going to do was going to hurt.

I had to defend myself,

But I didn't want to,

This would change my life,

Hopefully now it wouldn't be so blue.

He turns me around,

The blade is to his throat in a flash,

He tried to duck but his wasn't fast enough to dash,

I saw the blood trickle down.

And I knew what I had done was wrong,

No matter what,

Even if he did what he did to me,

Made me a mother before my time.

Without my consent.

Yes, he hurt me,

But I did something worse,

I took someone's life,

And now I…

I don't know what I feel.

I feel power, hunger, thirst,

I feel sick to my very core.

This isn't right.

And that's why I'm leaving.

Leaving this life,

This world,

This pain,

This sorrow.

Even though he's gone I'm still not normal,

I'm a retarded freak they tell me,

Not just the people at school,

But my parents, the police, everyone.

I feel guilty.

Guilty that I took his life.

Guilty that…

I don't know.

I fell guilty for a lot of things,

I just don't know what those things are,

The things that I stay up at night thinking about,

The things that haunt me.

So, that's why I'm again holding the knife,

The knife that killed him,

The knife with the blade who hasn't stopped killing,

Not yet anyway.

I place the blade to my throat,

My body's trying to get me to stop,

Instincts, I guess,

But I know that this is the only way to be free of the suffering.

I bring the blade toward me even more,

I can once again see the red of blood trickling down my hands,

Down the blade,

Into my hair.

I see flashbacks of when I when I was found after my first kill,

I was on the ground crying,

Blood all over me,

His body leaning against mine, dead weight.

It hurts I thought,

But I also thought that it felt great,

I could feel my life draining,

As the blood flows.

The last thing I see is my mom,

Running towards me,

Crying,

I guess she does care after all.

But now I am happy,

In complete bliss,

I'm with him again,

But this time he's nice.

He's preoccupied,

With his punishment,

We must both serve our time,

In the depths of hell.