2012
One evening in January I came home
Tired of my day, of being harassed
Besides, the music and homework didn't help me
Feeling better, I felt tired.
On a normal Thursday evening, at least on the surface
Back with these words, these words of violence
Anchored in my head, I'm more and more afraid
Little girl, lost in a box full of pain
The chest was always tightening every time
At school, my name was replaced by something completely different.
"Creva! ", they would say every time I was there
Eleven years, and a life, anything but pink.
Several times, I tried to get it over with
Wouldn't it be to no longer exist
To escape the martyrs
How many times have I cried?
How many times have I locked myself in?
I smiled, despite my bleeding heart
People who abandon you because you are different.....
You call that friendship, really?!
Several years have passed, I still remember it
These years of harassment have made me a dead person
My heart full of cuts, which will not close again
I can still hear their voices calling me "Die! »
My little bleeding heart, still bleeding for hours
Often I think about it, often it comes out and I rewrite it
These people who abandoned me, as a child, in the middle of winter
Forever they lost a friend who was sincere....
A part of me for them, gone to hell.
Forever...
YOU ARE READING
2012...Why?
Non-FictionAn English one, again. Yep, I would like the most of ya to understand what I wrote. Writting is really important to me, I can write what I feel, what I want. This story is real. It happened to me when I was 11. A long time ago... I still have scars...
