Long ago, you hurt me,
I cried and cried a Darkened stream
Your words- a knife, your glare- a bomb,
And you leave me in empty tears to sob
But it's over now, the hate the pain,
But here I stand still in the rain
You may have been beaten, but you've still won,
You're still on top and you still crush us for fun
But no one sees, they only see me,
A whiny girl who won't pay society's fees
Yes, it's over, but I'm still trapped,
For in this case there is no such thing as aftermath
❤️A note from the mind of Horror❤️- #antibullying
Don't hate people for whatever stupid reason you think means you should. We're all peoplle, we all have feelings, and we all deserve equality.
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Love you all. ❤️
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Black Abyss
PoetryA collection of poetry that covers issues from all over the world, issues that strike everyone's lives. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you find meaning in the words I scrawl on this page. ❤️ --- Thanks a ton to LYNWAH for being such a wonderful friend...
