The makeup running down my face
Smeared and out of place
my mind hurting
from all the bruising
trying to heal
the wound never going to seal
the pain in my head from the tears.
Go to school hide the tears with the fears
don't get close I'll hurt you.
With the pain and my heart shaped bruise
it hurts.
I take compliments as dirt
say, "No, I'm not..." or "Who paid you to..."
The bullies bring more pain
and being yelled at more.
Help me. Someone.
Anyone
YOU ARE READING
Never Give Up
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