Little Hannah, just 14 years old. Afraid of her friends afraid of you.
Insecure about the way she looks and feels. Push her keep pushing her.
Puts the blade to her skin, but only feels more pain.
Just ‘cause you are anonymous, doesn’t mean you can’t take the blame.
When her sister finds her body hung in the bedroom, killed by the shame.
How can you stand that her blood is on your hands?
You can try your best to was them clean, but
You can’t wash her out of your memory.
Sarah was pretty that’s the truth and her only crime was being hated by you
She had what you wanted, so you wanted just to mess with her.
Didn’t think it hurt because she was a slut, but didn’t know how she felt inside
Tell her she is naïve, stupid and nobody will miss her. She is easily forgotten
But her parents found the noose around her neck and haven’t forgotten since.
How can you stand that her blood is on your hands?
You can try your best to was them clean, but
You can’t wash her out of your memory.
Amanda knew nothing else but her mother’s bottle and all of your ugly words
Hiding the bruises cause by her mother and the scars from her own razor
Whiskey and coke now her only friends ‘cause you left her all alone
You beat her down and leave her in the dirt for her father to find
His dead little girl with a bottle of bleach as her only savior
How can you stand that her blood is on your hands?
You can try your best to was them clean, but
You can’t wash her out of your memory.
So how do you feel now that their blood is on your hands?
You could try your best to wash them clean, but
What good would that do when you can’t wash them out of your memory?
- D’Anna Abril
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How Can You Stand It
PoetryThis is a poem about something that is a bid deal and alot of people choose to ignore. Bullying. I my self have been bullied on morfe occastions than one. Please dont judge and remember that you may not think you are doing anything now,but that will...
