Wed, 04/17/2013 - 11:59 -- Trish00


United States
42° 20' 11.238" N, 71° 2' 5.7084" W

Bruises all over me
And my body is very weak
I can barely move

My mind is twisting in circles
What is there to do?
Would anybody believe my story?

Me being bullied
Or would they just laugh
And not care about my problems?

Black is my evil color
When I get mad at the world
I really need help

But who out there would help me
With what I’ve been through?
I want to get past my fears

Smile everyday non-stop
In the gloomy skies
Beauty is calling my name

Let me live peacefully
So I can be free from you
I am against you

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