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
Only my wounded heart and a broken barrier
You have no regret
You have reached my breaking point, slowly met
There is a story behind my eyes
There is a story because of my cries
But you keep doing what you are doing anyways
But tomorrow-
Tomorrow is my last day
Then maybe everybody will see the story behind my eyes
Then maybe everybody will see the story because of my cries
Then maybe everybody will see the truth behind the lies and rumors that I had consume
Then maybe everybody will understand why I did what I did in my room
This is the life of a normal human
Italian, Guyanese, or even Cuban
Think twice about what you say
This is the difference between rest in peace and seeing another day