I Speak for those who wont.

Laughter fills the room as sadness takes the floor
Drowning a couple of pills to feel some type of way
Smoking to smoke the pain that way
But who are you to hurt them when you've been hurt yourself?
Take a minute to understand exactly how they felt...

Kids are ignorant, thinking they are the shit
Saying and hurting anyone to make themselves fit
My question is, “Why do you care so much?”
Why is it soo important to be cool or make fake friends?
Imagining it all to be fine
Is it important to say, “That bitch is mine?”


The next day, they woke up, blind to the fact they murdered someone.
Simply saying, ”We didn’t mean to, it was a joke.”


Stop and think.


People hurt each other as a hobby.

They call him gay and tell him God doesn’t love him because he wants to love a guy.
Making her feel the need to throw up or skip meals cause she carries an extra pound of sweet love.
Finding pleasure in seeing him cry, not knowing his father enjoys the same pleasure beating him each night.
Picking on her cause it’s an easy way to gain props.
Standing there, recording it, later posting it to spread amusement.
While others tell others to click “share” if they care...
Thinking it will do something.
Please, this world is blinded by bling, materialistic things.

We talk about bullying, but we just talk
We want better, but we do worse
Let’s look at our surroundings and take action first.
Words mean nothing when you want things to be better
So I say let her, let me speak
Things will look up, change around me, maybe for a lifetime, most likely for a day, but we won’t know after

I speak. .

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