Words That Die

Words that slice thru your heart,
Like a knife releasing your soul.
The pushing, punching, fighting everyday.
Dreading going to school, 
Dealing with these bullies,
Trying to fight the good fight.
Trying to show that you are brave, 
Yet inside your scared, fearful, praying,
You don't die and you make it home,
To live another day.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2022



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Date: 2/12/2022 12:22:00 PM
...run away, run away, and live to fight another day.....
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Shirley Hudson
Date: 2/13/2022 12:40:00 PM
I don't know what's with the question marks was suppose to be thumbs up haha.
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Shirley Hudson
Date: 2/13/2022 12:39:00 PM
Oh ya I just had to make it home haha. But as they say I grew a pair and stood up to her and she never bothered me again. The principal said way to Shirley.....you did good. ????
Date: 2/12/2022 11:11:00 AM
Hello Okiegirlsrock, bullies use words to hurt people. Because they were hurt themselves by family or who they thought were their their friends. Enjoy your day my friend. Hugs.
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 2/14/2022 10:57:00 AM
Hello Okeigirlsrock, it seems that it is the little people do picked on for no reason. This is a close friendship you had with this girl. Hugs. Darlene
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Shirley Hudson
Date: 2/13/2022 12:49:00 PM
They picked on me cuz I was really little. I was friends with the top dog of black girls group, she told everyone I was off limits. 5 of them got me alone and beat me up bad well my friend found me took me to the nurses office then she went to the principal. Ya I went to the hospital and she came to see me. My dad was surprised. With the white girls bullying me and then the black girls bullying me after that nobody dared to get near me. Haha. I'm only 4'11". Haha.
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