The Sorrows Of Bullying

Lies and rumors I must consume.
So many things I could do in my room.
What do you do when I think of these thoughts?
This is my battle, alone I have fought.
But you have no emotion, no terror.
Just my wounded heart, and a broken barrier.
How is there a sound of regret?
You reached the breaking point, slowly met.
You will never know the story behind my eyes.
With there is a story because of my cries.
I will be trapped for a while.
Broken inside, but trying to smile.
This is the life of a normal human.
Whether they’re Italian, Guyanese, or even Cuban.
Think twice about what you say.
This is the difference between rest in peace and seeing another day.

 

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