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Kick Harder Next Time
Down on all fours!
They're stomping on my ribs, I don't understand!
Hold 'em, yeah he's all yours
leader barks and followers listen to leader's command
they're beating me to death!
Mother! Don't you hear me?
Father? No, it's this soaked, raspy breath
I'm choking on the fear the
I said, they're kicking me in the head!
They want their dog in the streets to crawl
hacking up a lung until he's at the doorstep, dead!
The noise is pounding! It never stops! They watch for me to fall!
It never stops! To this day I hear them, they're kicking at the walls of my dome
they think they have a place in this mind, apart from unsettling it, they watch me get up on two feet
unsettled themselves, and walk back home.
Published 30th Sep 2018
Author's Note
what doesn't kill you on the outside, doesn't do you any good on the inside.
if every account of... bullying from my hometown were put into one incident it would essentially be a lynchmob come to kill me. things were bad for a long time and i only ever felt safe at home for a long time. still to this day i think about it, and more or less this is how it feels sometimes.
well i'm still here. they're still somewhere out there. that's supposed to mean something on some scale, but to me it just makes me think i'm more like a stray dog than i should be.
if every account of... bullying from my hometown were put into one incident it would essentially be a lynchmob come to kill me. things were bad for a long time and i only ever felt safe at home for a long time. still to this day i think about it, and more or less this is how it feels sometimes.
well i'm still here. they're still somewhere out there. that's supposed to mean something on some scale, but to me it just makes me think i'm more like a stray dog than i should be.
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30th Sep 2018 11:48am
30th Sep 2018 11:54am
30th Sep 2018 11:56am
I wonder what they were thinking? I wonder what they think about the incident in years to come? Shame? Nothing. Maybe for your next poem?
30th Sep 2018 12:04pm
It's a raw thing to dig up. Any of the stuff. The truth behind this is from a thing in highschool I never told anyone about. I'm not eager to revisit these parts of my life, it gives credit where none is due. Thank you, though.
30th Sep 2018 12:46pm
Painful write ... I felt it ... thanks for braving it all ... to share ...
