The true feeling of being bullied

So I went to a really ghetto middle school and I was in this groupie which was almost like a gang and me and some folks would pick on this kid. He never really had friends and people made fun of him in a daily basis. So I started to pick on him every day. I knew it was wrong but I kept at to get respect. To make a long story short I picked on him and stopped at the end of middle. Most story’s of bullying come from a nice town where telling is the right thing to do but since this city was had gang culture telling can get you killed no joke. But today my bullying has gotten better and not to a bad point. My advice to u is just do u don’t worry about what people say about u. But since I now know what bullying feels like I feel really bad for the kid I picked on in middle school. Words do a lot more than u think don’t start bullying