Insults Hurt
Red #1
Entry #7
2-26-12
The sensitivity of my cold feet
All I hear are the sounds of my deafening heartbeat
Can't fall asleep
Can't eat
Being pushed around like dead meat
The feeling of your heart being stomped on by soccer cleats
The reek of my weakness
My subconscious is like a paranormal leech
My emotions get the best of me
The easy life cheats
The hard life is being a step closer to becoming a deadbeat
There are tears streaming down my cheeks.
The taste of defeat.
Forced to retreat.
Just don't bother me.
Don't judge me.
Please leave me be.
For this is what it feels like to be bullied.
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