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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 © | Year Posted 2017




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