Sounds, Letters, Words
This is what they are, to them.
Pain, Cuts, Screams
This is what they are, to me.
Judged, Stares, Jokes
They never get enough.
The thirst that is never quenched
Like blood’s flow.
They need it to survive.
Every breath a sound,
Sounds to words,
Words of hurt.
It’s not what they say,
It’s why they say it.
I’m different from them,
I’m not good enough for them.
My life is a waste,
My ears filled with distaste.
Their words turned sour,
More sour with hate.
I see my life through these eyes,
I never had it right.
I don’t deserve life,
Bury me alive.
Below the dirt, to them I belong,
Where the worst go.
I’ve shown nothing,
I was never something.
Here I lay,
Under the ground.
The impact of those words,
Put me in the dirt.
Look what you have done,
Can you claim to be someone?
Here I lay,
Beneath the sky.
I have lost my life,
Like a dagger,
A shard of glass.
You cut me deep,
So deep in fact,
That my heart bled,
And now I lay,
For none to mourn.
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