" Sticks and stones may break my bones but words my never hurt me."
How can that be true when words can hurt, some more then others.
Especially who says it matters too it makes the words more painful
Thats when i was put under the curse.
Thats when i reaziled i was dieing
You look at me as if your happy you
Did this to me and you seem glad
That i am under this curse.
Your full of hate and sadness.
Just because you feel like that
Doesn't mean you should make me
Feel the same way as you
I pretend like I am ok
I act like i am not under your curse
But in the end i am fakeing it all
I am just lucky you beileve me
The truth is the you hurt me
And stole want was mine
As you left you gave the stuff you stole, broken
Then you came back to finsh me off
I tried fighting but you had all the power
You held the sword and pointed it for me
I saw you for the last time I could see
it all clearly now you were lieing too
I saw you regret what you did to me
I watch over you
I see the tears you cry and the times
You almost killed yourself
But what will that do now?
That won't bring me back
I'm still dead
Time for revenge buddy.
