what's a bully?

I am the tormented. 

The one that wants to speak.

Your words are shark bites.

They scar and make me bleed.

The words they make me see.

Make me see that nothing is good about me.

 

But no one knows so no one can help. 

I'm a lone puppy that sits in a corner and yelps.

But this house is lonely and no one can hear.

So I sit in a corner, allowing the flow of tears.

 

But its okay, maybe they're right.

I have no reason to fight.

I have no reason to fight for my life.

I'm wrong, they're right.

So I've decided, I'll grab my knife.

Maybe pain is life.

Feeling it makes things right.

Afterall, it's all I'm used to and all I've known.

Others actions -I just can't control.

 

The knife has gotten hold my soul

The bleeding and pain -I love to control.

Do you see how words can peirce one's heart?

Do you see how beatings can tear someone apart?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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