Sticks and stones may brake my bones but words tare my skin apart
Suicide isn’t cowardly. U wanna know wat is cowardly? Treating someone so bad that they want to end their life.
The light was to bright so she hid from the sun. In her dark place she held the gun. Tight in her hand. She closed her eyes, held her breath waiting to face death. She had been teased and taunted for to long.. She couldn’t stand it anymore.In perfect position, the gun   Well   loaded. Raising the gun to her head running from life, family, friends, enemies, choosing death she pulled the trigger, and fired the shot dropped the gun barrel still hot and that split second before she died she swore she saw….   Her     Angle cry….
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Sticks and stones. Will break your bone’s. But names will never hurt you. Bullshit. Name’s cut deep. Your not perfect. Me too. Just Wait it out. People ie us do it to hide. Maybe. Go for the weak. Make them feel good.
Wait it out.? Work hard. 20’s will get better.
Is this a poem?The last part was just wow.
Ah sure y not and yes words do cut deep… And it hurts more then people think