How much more can i take?

Another day of pain.
Another day of hurt.
If I could end it all i would...
The tears,
the pain,
everything.
The people who used to care and tried to help,
they stopped because of the social ladder.
One stayed though.
He tried to help.
I wanted him to let me go,
but he would always tell me the same thing.
"Your my best friend and i don't want you hurting yourself..."
I still got pushed around.
One day i had enough.
I got pushed to the floor but i stood up.
Others tried to help me but i didn't need it anymore.
I yelled and they got quiet.
I was now the one to blame.
I got the paper not him.
It all stopped after that day.
I could now get to my next class without being thrown to the ground or being called names.
I am truly grateful to my friend who helped me.
I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him.
Thank you Phil