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The survivor/Anthem for the bullied
The tell tale weave of cuts and scars
speak volumes of just who you are
they say self harms a wake up call
the sign before the final fall
but not as bad as those inside
invisible scars, the ones that hide
the wounds put there by someone else
that make you start to doubt yourself
their hate feeds and grows your fears
till all your self worth disappears
you hit the wall, you scream and shout
and realise theres no way out
then bright she shines the silver blade
her blinding light pointing the way
its powerfull sweet that final cut
a virginal joyous painfull thrust
cutting deep where worlds collide
sweet release, the other side
freedom from a world of pain as lifes blood seeps and ebbs away
to quiet and calm, a sweet caress
away from hate unhappiness
in search of simple peacefulness...
...and stunned by bleak dark nothingness
panic now at whats just been learned
a gift that cannot be returned
is this me now, a dark blank shade
is this the pact that i have made
...BANG..the pain hits hard and fast
heart exploding ribs and chest
lungs drag air in ragged gasps
a thousand volts that hold me fast
and waking now as vision clears
to peoples faces filled with fear
concerned friends and family cry
how did you come to this, why!
then in a corner starting slow
a question starts to spark and glow
and bursts aflame and wants to know
was life that bad that went before
now life seems precious by the beat
each single breath,heady, sweet
to be a victim every day
did i help them along the way
by breaking down and giving in
the only way that they could win
their lives are empty so they see
envy in what they,ll never be
so i will not give up this life
refuse to be their sacrifice
refuse to let them step inside
the world i,ll build of love and pride
they,ll still come,its all they know
but now i will not turn and go
its time to stay and just say no
to pick my ground and stand and fight
its time to show the world my light..
........it is my right.
speak volumes of just who you are
they say self harms a wake up call
the sign before the final fall
but not as bad as those inside
invisible scars, the ones that hide
the wounds put there by someone else
that make you start to doubt yourself
their hate feeds and grows your fears
till all your self worth disappears
you hit the wall, you scream and shout
and realise theres no way out
then bright she shines the silver blade
her blinding light pointing the way
its powerfull sweet that final cut
a virginal joyous painfull thrust
cutting deep where worlds collide
sweet release, the other side
freedom from a world of pain as lifes blood seeps and ebbs away
to quiet and calm, a sweet caress
away from hate unhappiness
in search of simple peacefulness...
...and stunned by bleak dark nothingness
panic now at whats just been learned
a gift that cannot be returned
is this me now, a dark blank shade
is this the pact that i have made
...BANG..the pain hits hard and fast
heart exploding ribs and chest
lungs drag air in ragged gasps
a thousand volts that hold me fast
and waking now as vision clears
to peoples faces filled with fear
concerned friends and family cry
how did you come to this, why!
then in a corner starting slow
a question starts to spark and glow
and bursts aflame and wants to know
was life that bad that went before
now life seems precious by the beat
each single breath,heady, sweet
to be a victim every day
did i help them along the way
by breaking down and giving in
the only way that they could win
their lives are empty so they see
envy in what they,ll never be
so i will not give up this life
refuse to be their sacrifice
refuse to let them step inside
the world i,ll build of love and pride
they,ll still come,its all they know
but now i will not turn and go
its time to stay and just say no
to pick my ground and stand and fight
its time to show the world my light..
........it is my right.
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