TakingAStand
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Tell me masculine man,
Are you even sorry?
Are you proud?
Are you heartless?
Look at me,
Look at my features...
Do you remember these eyes?
The taste of blood on her lips,
She opens them.
It drips,
On the floor,
She lays,
A dark pool in the midst of a glittering forest,
She wipes away the red metal.
Eyes open.
Searching.
I don't how much more I can take.
You're bending me until I break.
You're making me get closer to the ledge.
Soon I'll be falling off the edge.
Hitting the ground.
I will lose all sight and sound.
If you really knew me.
You wouldn't believe the words coming out my mouth.
Because what you are about to hear is to cruel for a human ears.
But i want dare tell a soul.
Not because they didn’t ask.
If you really knew me.
You wouldn't believe the words coming out my mouth.
Because what you are about to hear is to cruel for a human ears.
But i want dare tell a soul.
Not because they didn’t ask.
Bullies don’t understand how I feel,
They do not try to comfort,
But instead, confidence they steal.
All bullying seems to do is distort.
My soul is burning,
I need to run.
To me it is concerning,
Hey little child, why so sad?Did someone make you feel bad?Picking on you because of your looksOr just because you’re better than them?
You told me you loved me
You told me you cared
You came in my life
And taired it in pairs
The bruises the confusion.
You tried to break me,
But you can't shake me
Telling your Brain not to Trust your Eyes
Broken by Silence, Screaming so Loud
Sounds of Fear, Touch of Pain
Lies, in the end a Glorious Death
Cutting of Flesh, Steal feels Divine
I walk down the street
With pain tearing my heart.
It feels like I have a hole, pierced by a dart.
It starts to rain.
One slip up on the mic
And now your a clown
A target for mockery and a face bright with shame
Your career is a trap
Every word criticized with the utmost ignorance
waiting to be ended in a wrap
Bullying Is Wrong
But Yet People Don't Care For It
So Why Do I Care?
Because I Was A Victim .....
I was to be in the middle holding both of your hands
….. to swing.
childhood was hard for me was to understand
.. leading me... to forever dream..
that one day...
..maybe someday
on a Birthday,
Words are the bullets but my mouth is the trigger. Test Me!
Speak the cold truth and never a burning fire of a lie. This is who I Be
I Am the Nine.
The mindset of a Glock ready to cock back and release the painful truth.
