For the Bullied One's

October 18, 2012
By , columus, OH
I hate the sun
I hate my soul
I don’t want to breathe or smell the breeze
My brain is on fire, are there firefighters for words?
The temperature is high but I am so cold
My fever is high but is only from my tears
I am nothing like is definition
So should I leave the world?
No, I’ll stand tall like a tree and remember if you cut me I’ll grow right back
I’ll live my life to the fullest
While you sit being lifeless

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