In need

June 11, 2014

As I lay on the ground

I wonder why

I didn't stick up for myself

I promised myself this would be the last time

But I guess it wasn't enough

The names hurt

But I don't answer to them

As the blood climbed its way down my clothes

The kids started to laugh even more

Which made me want to cry

I couldn't move a muscle

I've learned never let the enemy see you cry

My body ached

No one wasn't around to help

I became my own motivation and Pushed myself to stand up on my feet

I broke down

I slept there that night

No one really cared where I was

All I knew I couldn't wait for tomorrow

Tomorrow, the same thing happened again ,

And again

Until there wasn't any blood left to accidentally drip

Is there anyone out there to help me

A bloody nose , a busted lips and swollen eyes won't stop them from getting to me ,

Is there anyone out there

I just need friends

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