Afraid
You ask whats wrong, Well nothing is right
I dont understand why I even bother to fight
I walk the halls with a smile on my face
Nobody understands the real things I face
He shot my hoodie and told me to die
He doesn't understand how many times I've tried
Always stopped
Always saved
I dont think he knows how much I am afraid
I fear being home
I fear being at school
I fear being on my lonesome at any point… it's cruel
It all started that say I said no
But no wasn't a word he wouldn't allow me to go
I begged and I pleaded for him to leave me alone
But every day he followed me home
I told the police I even went to the school
All they did was make me feel like an over-dramatic fool
They wont do a damn thing unless I really get hurt
They just keep saying it it is is some punk using some foul words.
Copyright © Tori Brock | Year Posted 2017
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