It starts here.
your young insecure.
Being alone is all that you know.
Hard to speak because you feel different.
Someone comes along with all their pride.
They push you down so you can go home and cry.
Cuts and bruises evade your soft delicate skin.
Each day you tell yourself your going to be strong.
Making up excuses so your mother doesn't know theres something wrong.
You try and hide to cut corners but you always end up on the floor.
Picking up the peices of what's left of your soul.
Soon other classmates join in.
Calling you names.
Making fun of your face.
So they can feel better about themselves.
So many tears are lost.
Used up and dried out like the desert its self.
Here you are thinking about suicide.
So close you can taste it.
Freedom!
But the love of your family is worth more.
The next day you realize.
Only I can hurt myself if I let them hurt me.
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