Typed words, shouted words
They all hurt just the same
Fake friends, an enemy in disguise
She cries at night, and hides during the day
Tries to tell, no one is listening
She grows tired, she grows sad
The insults never stop, until one day
she doesn’t go to school, but into the ground.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 10:11 AM UTC
Typed words, shouted words
They all hurt just the same
Fake friends, an enemy in disguise
She cries at night, and hides during the day
Tries to tell, no one is listening
She grows tired, she grows sad
The insults never stop, until one day
she doesn’t go to school, but into the ground.
