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Greyson Fay Dec 2014
Such hipocracy i see in my own situation.
I have created my own putrid cycle
Greyson Fay Dec 2014
Through his own abstraction he creates the tunnels
They bear the harassment as well
For that is a thing that haunts.
His friends.
they tower over the noise
For all the lust in their eyes they must not lay a finger
For pain
Is no game
And he sees that to the truest extent.
Through broken bones he has suffered
And not a false word he has muttered
now tell me.
who has won?
The basic gist of this is that this kid,isbullied through his life,so he ccreate imaginary friends who protect him,they try to hurt the bullies but he won't let them.
He doesn't want them to experience the same pain as himself.
Greyson Fay Dec 2014
The friends he has are wonderful and magestic to the fullest

He creates them

Coming to life in his own reality
He creates abstraction.
Greyson Fay Dec 2014
Favorite color yellow.
Yellow means healing.
Broken veins
Not all caused by "bumps" into now bent lockers
Greyson Fay Dec 2014
The leader of school rooms
The master of essays
Eats in the bathrooms


Keeps his head down in the hallways
They laugh and they stare
They point and compare
  Dec 2014 Greyson Fay
M Tamura
Tears stain pen to paper
Blood stains mark old clothes
Nights become quiet
Void of answers
I see emptyness plauge my life
Enough   please
I just want to feel better again
The internet, my twisted and faithful friend
O' how this introverted nature depends on you!
I search for him in all your words
Each heart felt plea
I find him, I find myself, I find you
Instead of being alone
I nestle into your heartache
Reminds me that I, we, are not alone.
Im so grateful not to be alone
Thank you.
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