There are two perspectives in this one. The first perspective will be regular text, the second italicized. When both are speaking it's bolded.
You're like a train wreck:
Tragic in all the wrong places,
Twisted in the head like a thorn bush or mazes.
I hate you
I hate feeling like a target.
Felling like life is futile, feeling like the departed.
Eyes on me but their eyes don't see.
Now my head is down
While my heart starts to drown.
You need to comprehend how this ends.
You can't understand where I stand
Without knowing who I am.
Who you are? You're filth
Found furrowing underneath my nails.
Pills and blades only help display your fails.
Pollution in the air
Need a cure for your despair.
None of this is fair
And sure I'm sad, but you're consumed by hate
And only act with wrath.
I need us to relate,
How do I articulate?
Maybe we can find a way
To douse our demon's flame.
Maybe we can find a way
To end this cycle of blame.
This cycle will never end!
And I will never understand
How you are such a worthless fag.
How could you understand?
How would you ever get it?
How could you ever see me
As more than just a faggot?
You know I just can't help it,
This is the way I was raised,
It's like a prison in my veins.
How do we break these rusty chains?
We've been so torn up inside
Like thorns lodged in our eyes.
We've been telling all these lies
And we need to stop its rise.
Rising through the flame
Of our internal pain
Our wounds heal as one
From the train wreck we've become.
You need to comprehend how this ends.
You can't understand who we are.
Without knowing who you are.
We need to stop this at its source,
And the source is you.
It probably is a little cliché, because it was a school assignment on bullying, and I wrote it in a group. Next one will be way better, promise!
