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Peter Pan you took us away
The lost boys told us you wanted to play
They were tired and so was I
I had enough of you making me cry
You had us in your power
But some of the lost boys were as gentle as flowers
Everything started out at school, always saying she wasn't good enough
Rumours spread, stories told that she somehow heard of
Then the social network came, telling her to just give up
So she lisened to the chatter
Could you hear me if I shout,
Or have you forgotten my words?
I taught them to you when we loved in separate worlds,
They weren't words at all, but our own special language
BEING MYSELF
Be yourself...
That's what everyone says.
But being myself...
gave me this black eye.
But being myself
Gave me this bruised face.
Gave me a childhood i wasn't ready to face.
Words, words, all I hear are words
But who understands the power of words?
They build, they break, they power and shape
But people don't see the pain they create
The walking, the talking, the cussing and Maiming
Tears stain my pillow,
making me numb.
They betray me to my enemies.
Teasing and mocking.
They poke and laugh,
running away, they tell their friends that I am weak.
With words like swords and fists like rocks they knocked the weak from the top.
Hearts withered and torn to shreads, they never saw their dread.
The pain and suffering, the hatred and heartache.
Days,Blending,My body moves without me giving any direction,I don't think,I just move,I feel hollow,Empty,A drone drifting the halls of her own sadness,Day in,Day out,
One two three four
the ugly faces knocking at the door
five six seven eight
there's no time to wait
nine ten eleven twelve
Can’t believe where I’ve grown up
In a city with a great reputation
Nice houses and paved streets
Not where you’ll most likely meet people like me
I could never live up to the standards
She is a quiet, smart
Sweet little girl who loves to learn
Teachers praise her up and down
Parents envy how well behaved she is
Their children, her classmates, though don't understand it yet
I wake up in the middle of the night, my eyes low, my breath shallow and sharp.
I lay down in the middle of the day, tears stinging my eyes, bleeding arms and hips.
Mommy, theres demons in my head.
I see them when I sleep.
Every time these thoughts go by
inside my head they creep.
They see me when i'm happy.
They best know me when i'm sad.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
Spit and cuss I’ll make no fuss cause words, they’ll never hurt me. Ha.
I try to convince myself to this defense to my soul, heart AND myself…
I'm so tired, I can't sleep.Are your jokes so funny when I weep?My wrists are scarred with long red lines,I cut myself to get through these rough times.
Why don’t I laugh
When a fool who acts tough
Falls in the rough?
Why does it sadden
Why am I befallen
