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why** do this to others
bully? just because you're hurt you needn't to make others hurt
just get everyone to feel your pain right?!
because of all you've done, people watch you differently
you're a HYPOCRITE you don't enjoy being hurt but you hurt others
hurting? I know its not nice to be hurt so don't hurt others
I myself have been bullied: cyber, mentally, physically and verbally.
so please if you bully others because of your own hurt STOP BEING A FOOL AND STOP IT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
V-Day
Just another day
That I’m not Ok

For some it’s a day full of love
Chocolates and flowers
Flying doves

It only comes once a year
But every time, I shed a tear

Is it real, or is it fake
A Hallmark moment, or just another heart ache

I’m still alone on this Valentine’s day
Go away all you couples, stay the hell away

I hope you bleed from the thorns on your bouquet
And your chocolate melts into a pile of clay

Go out for your fancy dinner
Break open the champagne

It’s only one day
But for me, one full of pain
 Jan 2015 Gracie Anne
ryn
Dig
 Jan 2015 Gracie Anne
ryn
Dig
.
•unchain me from unrest•
shovel me out of the dirt•
une-                              arth
my conge-   sted chest•
let my secrets blurt•
let them
spill.....•
just   for
the wor-
ld to see
•..string
me up...
..against
my  will
•harvest
the fruits
of the bi-
tter tree•
let    eyes
see  what
will show
•...let feet
be caught
in stubbo-
rn mud...•
let prying minds be baffled.....by
what they would come to know
•...let wanting hearts choke...on
the dirges of my stale blood....•
now dig me up quickly•'cause
it's been far too long..... and i
have been readied•exhume
all of me completely•for
no longer should i
remain as........
buried•
.
 Jan 2015 Gracie Anne
Chloe
Run, hide, cover your eyes,
Won't you play the game?
One, two, three, four,
Don't you try to peek.

Listen hard, in the dark,
Five, six, seven,
Listen for the screams of fear,
The rumbling of the earth.

Feel the world crashing down,
Eight, nine, and ten,
The concrete crumbling into dust,
The crushing of the bones.

Breathe it in, breathe it clear,
Eleven, twelve, thirteen,
The smell of fire and smoldering embers,
Dangerously near.

Open your mouth, let it free,
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen,
Let the shrieks of pain and sadness,
Rip away from your throat.

Don't uncover your eyes,
Keep your hands over your face,
*"It will protect you my dear,
From the anxiety and the fear."
I feel guilty for getting better while you are getting worse
I feel guilty that my scars are fading while yours continue to bleed
I feel guilty that I can turn off my thoughts while yours still keep you up at night
I feel guilty that I cannot help you like you have helped me
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