All I can think of is pain.
All the times I have been lonely,
No one to talk to,
Or even to sit with.
All the times I have been bullied by people,
That I did nothing,
To get treated like that.
All the times my heart was broken,
From a guy I wasn't even dating.
The pain still rips in my heart,
When I see them.
All the times I have had physical pain,
Every time I twisted my ankles or wrists,
The cramps I endure almost every day.
All the times I have mental pain,
Everyone saying I'm not good enough,
"You are really weird,"
"Get out of my sight,"
"What's that? On your back,"
"Bitch."
That's what I remember and think of.
The pain.
It hurts.
