Bleeding

I don't cut
Not fond of that
People cut for me.
They do this by,
Calling me names, pushing me around,
Throwing stuff at me.
That does not release pain,
But it still makes you want to die.
I cry on the outside and scream on the inside.
I used to cut,
Didn't help.
Try to tell teachers what is going on,
They say, "In time they will quit."
Yea right.
Jump in front of that car.
Hang yourself here.
Is all that goes through my head.
No one listens.
Now I am bleeding...