I am scared you might see the scars; I try so hard to hide
Caused by the ones murdered me, drove me
By cursing, swearing
Haven't always been scared, reserved
They killed me, but now I'm alive
They hurt me, wounded me
But I survived
How is it possible to breath
When you already died?
But now I'm concerned
Even though the hate has died
It bones still linger on my mind
Its ghost still haunts me in the night
But it's alright, I can fight
Because I survived
Haven't always be scared to trust
Life is a game of Russian roulette but
I survived, now I live and breathe
Not ready to die because
I am alive
I have survived
Glad to see that you have survived. Read mine - Who Am I - Adeline
Wow this is really inspirational Bullying can be hard thing seems like you understand it very well. This is a great outlet towards hardships like that. Amazing write stuck to the point the whole way through.
You're more like a soldier! Brave and sturdy! Thumbs up for the valiant attitude! Good going! Keep it up. =)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmm... it could be said you come out of the poked ashes where nothing stirred, with your red hair and now you wil eat men like air.