The Hunt -Bulling-
I quickly turn a coner, and run so fast,
I look at the wall that towers above and realize I'm trapped,
I cover my face and fall to the ground,
With a snicker I suddenly realize I have been found,
My books are knocked from my hands, and I'm thrown to the floor,
I cry out, "STOP PLEASE NO MORE!"
I feel her hands agaist my throat, as I frantically gasp for air,
I close my eyes tight and hope it's just a nightmare,
I think about my parents, and the friends I've held so close,
I tug at her hands, but my movements are slowed,
I've been a target of hate for so many years,
Keeping the silence and holding back tears,
My vision gets blurry, everything turns a dull grey,
For she is the Hunter and I am her prey,
I realize this is my last battle,
And what's done is done,
Beacuse this is a battle,
That just can't be won.
I think about why me, why now, why?
With the world growing dark, I whisper goodbye.
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