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This is something I came up with while feeling really sorry for myself. I had had a bad day and my friends had insulted me at school again and again, like it has been for months. They think it's funny and I let them believe that, laughing along with them while my heart is breaking inside and tears burn behind my smile. The pain is real. The insults aren't funny. It has to stop.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 85 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-07-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3080913
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I'm sick of the abuse, I'm sick of the strain,
I'm sick of the hurt and I'm sick of the pain.
Do you feel good when you make me feel bad?
Don't you know your playful insults make me sad?
Once in a while is funny, but every day is not alright.
Your words make me cry myself to sleep at night.
Your insults make me hate my life,
Make me want to end the strife.
Cause you have to know...
Your words can hurt.
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