I am my own BULLY
You hit me with your words,
So painful I could cry,
Sometimes I feel like I should die.
Your words persuade me,
Taunting me to do bad things,
I say this can’t be.
But you tell me not to disagree.
You trick me with your lies
As I try to swat them like flies.
One good blow,
I’m down,
Another blow,
I become unconscious
Eyes of Death
I see your pain through those eyes.
They tell me your story,
They show me your pain
and other people’s glory.
I sit and watch,
As they tear through your skin.
Scratching at the doors
Of your conscience waiting to be let in.
I sit and wonder why you did it.
Was it because I let them in?
How was I suppose to know,
You thought it was the only way?
I thought you were joking,
I thought you would stay.
Why do I get blamed for their foul play?
I saw you in the hall
Crying on the floor.
I ask if you were okay.
You stared at me
Then back at the floor.
You wiped your tears,
Then pushed me away
Hoping I would stay
But I just walked away.
With nothing to say,
Your eyes grow dull,
With every depressing day,
Not knowing that you died that day.
365 days go by and I ask myself,
“if I had stayed would you still be mine?”
