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Childhood


As a kid it hurt

Stumbing onto the hard pavement

Oh how clumsy was I

A scratch

A bruise

Let the pain set in

This is a walk in the park compared to what you're in for 

 

Elementery school

Four eyes, yes I wear glasses

Fatty, yes I am overweight

Smelly, now I'm being targeted

Greasy, just stop

 

No one realizes the effects

Or everyone does and says nothing

 

Kids can be cruel they would say

Kids will be kids

But you sir have no excuse 

For you are an adult and can damn well tell the difference

 

Middle school

Written all over the halls

STOP BULLYING

Who exactly is in charge?

Who has the responsibility to make it stop?

Well you're not doing a very good job

 

Let me tell you getting pushed into lockers stings

Getting teased over and over

Behind your back

Right in front of your face

The difference seems to fade when the bully's don't even give a shit anymore

 

High school

Emotions, emotions twirl in your head

What if they went away

Contemplating the worst

STOP

 

I feel nothing

I breathe nothing

I eat nothing

I sleep nothing

 

Now I can't be hurt

No more bullshit

The bully's move on

No more fun with no reaction

 

But wait I can't

I don't understand

Now I can't feel anything

What's the point

 

Numb

Numb is the only description I have found to describe me

Stuck in time

Time passes

Oh the sting

 

The sting comes back in a whole new light

I can't feel except for the sting

Now it's the sting of blade hitting skin

But the sting reminds me I'm alive

 

My wrists ache

My soul thrive

I want to be here

I want to be alive

 

As a kid it hurt

Stumbling onto the hard pavement 

Oh how clumsy was I

A scratch

A bruise

Let the pain set in

Your alive little one

And one day you will come full circle

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adriana.veltri
<p>These are all experiences I have retained through growing up and realizing moving on can sometimes be better than losing yourself in the darkness that is so easy to slip into.&nbsp;</p>

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