bravery
I'm tired of this hurting, just stop from asserting...
Your opinions don't matter anymore.
They stomped on my lungs and they ripped out my arteries.
All that is left of me is a weak girl breathing.
I'm tired of you questioning, each thing I say.
It's like you think I'm a time bomb waiting for doomsday.
I feel myself crashing down,
Down to the ash covered ground.
Oh, no one can save me now,
Oh, I'm falling to the ground.
I'm tired of this place, everyone has to walk with grace.
I try to follow rules, but always get persecuted for what I do.
Whatever I do is wrong, I don't even know if I belong
In the God-awful world where everyone is judged.
I feel people breathing down my neck
Waiting for me to make a mistake.
I can feel their evil eyes watching every move I make.
I sigh in devastation as I looked at the ground,
I then pick myself up, check myself for any injuries.
I take a deep breath and try to forget
All the awful things that they have said.
I know I can't do anything right but I still have to fight
I just have to conjure up some bravery.
a.b.
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A Beautiful Disaster
PoetryMy story. A story full of unforgettable thoughts. I've come to terms with these certain parts of my life. This is for the people who decide to read my poetry. I hope you find the motivation to continue to fighting like I did. #1 in slam (5/31/18) #1...
