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Dear Kayla, I can’t make you walk on flower trails. I can’t force you to see only the good things. To promise you
Broken and brutally beat
Take a whiff of that blunt
He pushes you You cry He stab you You die It could have end at the push If you knew how to punch
I shake his hands, Yet my toes are beneath where he stands. He’s been stomping my toes for hours, Pacing on them as he explains why his belief, should be ours. Any longer and my toenails will fall off,
Fat. Ugly. Emo. Gay we've all heard what the haters say. they act so kind right to our face. but then they talk crap once we're replaced by yet another hater (who hasn't really seen)
She spoke loud and talks with a voice that unheard of she spoke loud and theres no face revealed
A girl is hiding, hiding behind that curtain That curtain right there, I know I am certain That is her, that girl hiding behind that curtain She is shy and uncertain and bullied eveyday
there is something wrong in a world where we pour ourselves out to strangers on the internet but our best friends dont know our torment and there is something wrong in a world where beauty is only skin deep
She takes her seat before the glass. The reflection she sees so far from what she feels. “Why do we show the world a mask?” She pondered.
you thought this time it would go by the book again it almost always does you know the one it's my own edition maybe but its always the same story or it was supposed to be
Be the Change. Stop the bullying. Instead of tearing them down bulid them up. Or say nothing at all.
I don't understand why we are the way we are, Most of this generation's cares belong to money and cars, What happened to all the kindness, respect and laughs, All we distribute is violence, hatred, jabs.