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My Bully
Leaving you without word,
Nothing left to say,
You and I are never going,
To forget the pain you caused.
Something must have hurt you,
And you simply bullied me to make you smile,
There's so many things I want to say,
But it seems the right words would not help.
I never got to say goodbye,
Or tell you that I cared about each word you said,
You must have felt all good hurting me,
Desperate, hurt, and scared, you just hurt me again
I wonder why you felt happy
That your pain engulfed my life to make me become,
What I am today.
I wonder if you thought of me,
As you beat and kicked me,
Calling me queer, fag and so much more,
To the score of your friends,
The playground roar,
If I could go back in time,
And try to make you see,
What you was doing to me.
I would show all my tears,
When they fell each time you humiliated me.
Show you a place so dark,
That my deep self-harm scars would glow,
But here I am,
And pain I feel,
I still cry myself to sleep at night.
Because I do not know who I am.
I saw you the other day,
Drunk upon the street,
I wonder why you are there, or why I care.
I gave you a fiver and walked away,
The bully who hurt me, beat me,
And haunts my dreams.
You might be drunk upon the pavement,
But you are still my worse nightmare.
Leaving you without word,
Nothing left to say,
You and I are never going,
To forget the pain you caused.
Something must have hurt you,
And you simply bullied me to make you smile,
There's so many things I want to say,
But it seems the right words would not help.
I never got to say goodbye,
Or tell you that I cared about each word you said,
You must have felt all good hurting me,
Desperate, hurt, and scared, you just hurt me again
I wonder why you felt happy
That your pain engulfed my life to make me become,
What I am today.
I wonder if you thought of me,
As you beat and kicked me,
Calling me queer, fag and so much more,
To the score of your friends,
The playground roar,
If I could go back in time,
And try to make you see,
What you was doing to me.
I would show all my tears,
When they fell each time you humiliated me.
Show you a place so dark,
That my deep self-harm scars would glow,
But here I am,
And pain I feel,
I still cry myself to sleep at night.
Because I do not know who I am.
I saw you the other day,
Drunk upon the street,
I wonder why you are there, or why I care.
I gave you a fiver and walked away,
The bully who hurt me, beat me,
And haunts my dreams.
You might be drunk upon the pavement,
But you are still my worse nightmare.
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