Israel Nunez Poem
What if you were weak and your bully was strong, your bully was fearless, strong and took the place of the devil.
While your weak,
and empty and wherever you go,
what ever you do,
bad things always will happen, like if you were drowning in your
own tears, trying to call for help, but everyone is to busy, but that
bully isn't! And he bothers you until you die, like a itchy bug bite,
that so irritating, you want to die and it seems like no matter what you
do, you can't stop it.
Copyright © Israel Nunez | Year Posted 2018