Jul 2016
I thought I was past it, the horror and the lies,
the hurt,the pain, all the things that made me cry.
I thought I could take the humilation of bullying jibes
and still want to be alive
But last night you tore open the wounds, made me bleed
and gave me more scars that I dont need.
The pain you inflicted caused more damage then you'll ever know,
maybe to escape soon into the ground i'll go.
Your insults didnt just create new wounds you know,
but also opened up the old scars I never show.
but I geuss you just dont really care,
because you never like to play fair.
Now I'm fighting hard to stay sane,
and trying to ignore my pain.
Somewhere along the way I lost my will to survive,
now I really dont want to be alive.
the hurt,the pain, all the things that made me cry.
I thought I could take the humilation of bullying jibes
and still want to be alive
But last night you tore open the wounds, made me bleed
and gave me more scars that I dont need.
The pain you inflicted caused more damage then you'll ever know,
maybe to escape soon into the ground i'll go.
Your insults didnt just create new wounds you know,
but also opened up the old scars I never show.
but I geuss you just dont really care,
because you never like to play fair.
Now I'm fighting hard to stay sane,
and trying to ignore my pain.
Somewhere along the way I lost my will to survive,
now I really dont want to be alive.
Inspiration- Repeated Bullying. I was bullied by a girl i knew when i was 20 and one night we all went off in a group to the local garage and she picked on me so much i walked off to cry but she picked on me on the way back as well and threw pop at me for walking away and putting myself at risk of being hurt by someone. (Oh the irony). Because according to her i worried the whole group including her when i walked off; funny way of showing me she cared.
