In the corner cold and afraid
She needed a friend I could see it in her eyes, hurt, fear, and anger.
My mom she said she beated me for four years
My friends she said, they mock and ridicule
The teachers she said, they ask questions.
The memories, she said they won't stop
The voices in my head that cry, suicide, suicide,
That knife right there, it calls my name the people around me, it all seems so fake.
I feel like this is a dream she said,
Im not sure.....
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