Here is a poem that i wrote in school when i was upset |
Sticks and Stones Rapture and torn Broken and scared Bleeding and Broken But alone and unscathed Listen to the Calling bells ring As the children rush to meet its end Sitting beside the street side Bleeding and torn But everyone ignores The young ones give a glance Only to be pushed away To watch the blood trickle down my face Are nightmares to a young-ling But to see with their crooked eyes The damage that just a simple broken hearten word has done Is what is done mentally The damage, the cuts, the slashes and gashes The bones shattered, broken, and destroyed The veins with no blood flowing threw Left alone on a street side to watch others walk by They give not a passing glance I hope to be seen but all to be in vein For what fool would worry not for someone they don’t know The Blood trickles down my leg As I lose consciousness in my head I wonder how long I will last you see Before I enter an endless sleep Before I am taken from the wrecked world Where damage down inside is shown Where bleeding is nothing worth more than a glance Where I am left to lie in bed To die from a word spoken out loud Who said words can never hurt you Because right now they are killing me. |