Dread chills me cold,
The insults the hurl are getting old.
Broken down, i hang my head
Knowing that I'm better off dead.
Lies, rumours, the secrets are out
I hate them all, without a doubt.
Yet i hate myself much more
For being weaker then i was before.
Tainted, ruined, a broken mess
Screaming out, a call of distress.
Pushing, shoving, bruises show
it hurts more then they'll ever know.
One question, I want to know why
Why'd you make me want to die?
Why so cruel? Why so mean?
The cause of scars, that remain unseen.
You and your friends, you're all so fake
you shove me down, for bordem's sake.
But one day I'll rise, and show no fear
my voice, people will finally hear.
To stand up to bullies, and do what is right
Lest we lose more innocents in this deadly fight.