Bullies Left & Right
The bullies come from the left and the right.
I know i’m there final target.
Next comes their venomous words.
Like bullet holes.
They make their mark,
till I’m left dying inside.
Nowhere to run or hide,
I fall into the black.
Hurting & broken,
worthless.
Heartless.
Bitch.
Creep.
Skank.
Whore.
Slut.
Your not worth it,
strikes like a lightning bolt.
I’ve heard it all,
however, there words still cut like a knife.
They come back for more,
till I’m left crying.
Afraid to let my guard down,
afraid to let my walls crumble.
I slowly stop eating.
I stop smiling completely.
The enemies not done yet,
till they rip me and tear me apart.
The enemy finally leaves,
smiling victoriously.
Numb.
Hurt.
Broken.
Empty inside.
I go home,
pretend nothing’s wrong.
Go to my room,
cry myself to sleep.
Another day,
another scar.
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