A Reason
i walk down these halls
pass people who say rude remarks
behind my back they just laugh
i look down counting
the tiles on the floor
the way they snicker
they must think its all just a game
if they knew what i go home to
maybe they'd be nicer
if they knew
i need a reason to live
a reason to cry
a reason to feel
what ive been keeping inside
a reason to smile when you walk by
please save me from this torture called life
day after day goes by
the cuts on my arm
get deeper with time
the kids look at the bruises on my arms
i just duck and hide
save me now before i find a reason to kill myself
im drowning in my own made waterfall
someone please help
Copyright © Melody Campbell | Year Posted 2011
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