Both sides of the story
Rain pouring down the window
The night reads out her pain
Laden mind so filled with sorrow
The fears her heart contained
Everyday seems like a burden
No one understands at all
She has to go through it all
Through it all
Dear diary
I’m feeling so low
There’s a war going in my head
A rage I can’t control
The old man’s going on again
He’s drunken to the core
Beats me like a dusty rug
He don’t feel no remorse
I feel no more
I wanna even out the score
Why should I be the only to feel this small
Getting up to face another day
Her eyes all puffed and sore
Old bruises start to fade away
Leaving space to fill some more
Walking alone like a stranger
Her hair stands up on end
He’ll be here again
Here again
Boy,
I aint thinking right
Whys ma life so damn messed
Feel like a beast inside
I’m drowning in the spite I feel
And that is when I see
The lil gal a-smiling
Brings the anger out in me
I feel the hate
It feels so great
No one gna stop me now
It’s too damn late
Savage hands they grab her shoulder
Eyes squinting up in pain
Every day he seems to get colder
Struggling in vain
Numbing blows shower upon her
Just like every other day
She feels so bruised
Feels abused
Wham,
I’ve kicked her till she bled
I’m feeling so powerful
It’s getting to my head
I think about my father
The way he beat me raw
It’s given me all the strength I need
To do her in some more
I hear her moan
Enjoy her groan
Now she has the bruises
To match my own
Silent tears enfold her
She can’t seem to understand
Life has lost its glamour
It’s like a barren land
Pulling the rope tightly around her
Can’t see the point in staying alive
She wants to end it all
End it all
And that folks is the sad reality of what bullying can lead to. The victim was sad, alone and confused. The victim in our story didn’t have a voice- but you DO!
