Call me another name,Punch
Call me another name,
Punch me some more.
Laugh hysterically as i
fall to the floor.
Kill me with words,
Wound me with fists,
It's not fair Living
Life like this.
Laugh at my attempts,
to be something more,
stare and snicker as i
sink to the floor.
Tears in my eyes,
pain in my chest,
trying not to let you
get the best.
My eyes once a full golden hazel,
so bright and vibrant,
now dull,
aching,
barely alive.
Call me fat,
so I can run,
to the girls bathroom,
and get rid of my lunch.
Call me ugly,
so I can buy,
a bunch of makeup,
and feel nice.
Eventually,
I'll give up,
let go, and
move on.
Now I'm dead,
and I fear for the new one,
i just hope they're stronger than I was.
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