So here I am talking to you people, I don't even know what to do anymore. I mean what do you the readers do when someone you know or what do you do when you are being harassed by people you don't even talk to and not even friends with, the only reason you know them is because your friend is friends with them. So you try to be civil towards them, you try not to start crap with them, you try not to smack the crap out of them because not only will your friend not do anything about it but you also don't feel like getting suspended. I mean my school is crap when it comes to these things. I'm going to tell you what my problem OK listen don't listen Whatever I don't care. OK so I don't care who my friends are friends with as long as their friends aren't being an ass towards me we're cool. OK so I don't normally talk to this friend because I don't feel like dealing with his ass of friends. So yesterday I was trying to talk to him because I wanted to know something and his friends decided to be the jerks they are and piss me off. Let me tell you I was so close to slapping his one friend because I let him get to me once and now he thinks that because Matteo decides to step in and stop me from beating the crap out of someone he can do it all the time. Let me tell you I am about to tell Matteo to go screw himself and let me handle myself for once. I mean he knows I can handle myself he just wants to protect me since he couldn't when Xavier was doing things to me. I mean no one could because I wouldn't tell anyone. I learned the hard way what would happen if I told anyone what happened on a daily basis. I'm not like that anymore, I mean when someone raises their voice, or looks like they want to hit me I get scared because that's just who I am. I am used to all the bullying but nobody knows that I was abused and I plan to keep it that way.
Cherry Wine
Hozier
Lyrics
Her eyes and words are so icy
Oh but she burns
Like rum on the fire
Hot and fast and angry as she can be
I walk my days on a wire.
It looks ugly, but it's clean,
Oh momma, don't fuss over me.
The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
Calls of guilty thrown at me
All while she stains
The sheets of some other
Thrown at me so powerfully
Just like she throws with the arm of her brother.
But I want it
It's a crime
That she's not around most of the time.
The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
Her fight and fury is fiery
Oh but she loves
Like sleep to the freezing
Sweet and right and merciful
I'm all but washed
In the tide of her breathing.
And it's worth it, it's divine
I have this some of the time.
The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
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