You called me gay

You called me stupid.

You called me fat.

You called me a pig.

You  called me dumb.

You called me a jerk.

 You called me ugly.

You called me priss.

You called me a hoe.

You called me horrible.

You called me crazy.

You called me trash.

You called me a loser.

You called me garbage.

You called me nasty.

You called me a burden.

You called me annoying.

You called me every dirty word in the book and how did that improve our lives? I'm on antidepressants and your behind  bars.

 What  did your bullying do?

Did it make you feel good?

Did hurting a little girl's heart make you happy?

Did your words make you strong?

Where are we at now because of your bullying?