This isn't bad, it's actually good.
I can SO relate to being picked on and on the brink of suicide. Differences are, it wasn't b/ c of my weight [it was my race] and no one stopped me any of the times I tried to kill myself [then again, I always tried when no one was home]. I see that your writings deal with gloomy topics: so do mine [though I haven't put up much yet]. I've recieve very litle feedback on any of them so far, so...yeah, please review some of my stuff.

This is so sad. Is it true?? I feel so bad for this girl....

I can totaly relate with that story. All the bastards at my old school always made fun of me because of my height, weight and such. Everybody like that gets what they have comming soon enough, though, even if we die before they do.

I didn't think the writing quality was bad. Some of my best things come in the middle of the night. And you are right; words can cut deeper than knives.