in a small room,
trying to breathe deep,
hoping no tears fall before their eyes
shaking with anger
feeling like a wired hanger
they dont accept me,
for who i am
they call me names
as i walk by
taunting, laughing, tearing me to pieces,
but ill stand strong
for all the weak victims
how much it hurts
from the inside out,
i know how it feels-
to have nobody around
in a room full of voices
that tear you to shreds
that pull strings
and this is what they said-
"you have no friends,
youre nothing more,
than just a little
tattletaled whore,"
you treat me so wrong,
to the point where i cant stay strong,
where, i come home
and feel so alone
how i want to die
from all this pain
but i know your plan,
youll get to everyone else but me
because im staying strong for the weak
strong for the weak, i love it! i did a few? or maybe just one that uses that, but...... I love yours better ^-^
ReplyDeletethanks, if i did. im sorry! i couldnt exactly think of a name so i used "strong for the weak" as my last verse. and this actually happened last week :P
ReplyDeletedon't be, don't be I don't even think i posted it. and i just did "i have to be strong for those who can't" or somethin' or another...*thinks*
ReplyDeleteanyway love your new layout! ^-^
thanks! i finally found out how to put it on :D
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