words are my cuts
pain is my dress
scars are my jewelry
hate is the melody
burns on my neck
discrimination such a symphony
I cannot describe
how bad it really hurt
With all this said I have to say I want the world to burn
one for the words they say
too for the hate
just skip three and four
five because it hurts much more
Your words has shown now layed down on my skin
how bad you never know its been
A tear for the little girl
that they always wished I had been
Who could have save me with such simple words '
if somebody just said
they knew how bad it really hurt
and knew how bad its been.
FOR ALL THE VICTUMS OF SUISIDE WHO DID NOT GET RECOGNISED BECAUSETHEY WERE DEMED UN-CONSEQWENTIAL, BY THE MIDEA. AND TO ALL PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEAN AFECTED BY IT YOU ARE NOT ALONE