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I'm trying not to listen,
I'm trying to forget,
but when they talk about me,
my life is my regret.
They never get to know me,
For who I really am,
so when i end my life tonight,
They will not understand.
They enjoy to make me miserable,
They enjoy to make me cry,
I wonder if they'll enjoy it,
when they finally hear i died.
I hope they finally relize,
that I was a person too,
So when they want to hurt some one
They'll think twice on what to do.
I'm trying to forget,
but when they talk about me,
my life is my regret.
They never get to know me,
For who I really am,
so when i end my life tonight,
They will not understand.
They enjoy to make me miserable,
They enjoy to make me cry,
I wonder if they'll enjoy it,
when they finally hear i died.
I hope they finally relize,
that I was a person too,
So when they want to hurt some one
They'll think twice on what to do.
I wrote this in class in Sophmore year. Some students were making fun of me and making me feel like shit. Now that I'm out of Highschool i wonder why people are like that. How can kids be so cruel?
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It's a constant game of stepping on other people's heads to be considered the top kid. Hell, i know this feeling. One day in grade six i had to pretend i was looking in my desk to try to hide my crying as a group of kids just gathered around me and taunted me during recess or lunch.
It's a horrible feeling living with that kind of fear everytime you had to go to school in the morning.
It's a horrible feeling living with that kind of fear everytime you had to go to school in the morning.