You call me weak,
I might be,
You call me names,
I take them,
I stood up to you,
You pushed me down,
My body feels hot,
My knuckles turn white,
I close my eyes,
When i open them,
You lay on the floor,
Broken,
Bleeding,
You get up and swing at me,
I swing back harder than ever before,
As you fall,
I see tears of blood,
I still feel rage,
I still feel hate,
Everyone stares as they pull me away,
Still swinging,
Covered in blood that's not mine,
You called me weak,
But my hate for you made me strong.
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30 days of bipolar
Historia CortaThis is basically a book idea i came up with awhile back and basically every chapter is a different emotion/state (state being things like depression)
