broken words
8-7-14
i remember it as if it was yesterday.
it was my first my of school...
not knowing a soul...
I got on my bus,
immediatly people stared..
once again the only white girl on the bus.
dont get me wrong i love black people...
immeditly i fell for this guy...
later this day...
he punched me...
LET ME OUT
I CAN STILL FEEL THE TRAUMA EVERYDAY..
*FLASBACK*
BLOOD ALL DOWN MY ARMS!
I THOUGHT IT WAS love
*BAM*
WAKES UP FROM A NEVER ENDING DREAM
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3
BY THE TIME I GET TO FOUR...
I WOULD BE HOME WITH MY RAZOR...
IM SORRY...
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CUTS ALL DOWN MY ARMS.
FEELING A SENSATION...
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PASSED OUT ON THE FLOOR
PRAYING FOR MY LIFE
WANNA HEAR A SECRET?
IF YOU WANT ME TO STOP
STOP BULLYING ME.
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