You called me words,
No worries, i'm okay,
Even though it hurts,
And I hear it every day.
You kicked me today,
As I cried in pain,
You expected me to run away,
While you hit me with a cane.
You never saw the scars,
As I slit my wrists,
You never understood how far,
You bullied until I did this.
Then, I hung myself up,
Cause I knew I wasn't the best in luck,
Nobody cared anyway,
I was gone, they shouldn't be in pain.
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Junk ; Poems
Poetryin which i write random poems when i'm sad. filled with emotions and my poetry grows throughout the years.
