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They make you laugh, They make you cry, But before you, They shouldn't die. Yet it still happens, In places poor, Where death is knocking, In their door.
While I'm here, you should know that I write songs. I write a lot of songs, and they all have stories, and I am going to share one now. I wrote it about a year and a half ago.
Lying cold on the street. Below people's feet. Wearing cold rags. Smoking fags. People are walking past,. They go past me- fast. Act like I'm not there. They don't give a care. From day to night.
I'm not. Beaten. Battered. Punched. Or. bruised. I'm not. Burnt. Pinched. Or. sexually abused. I'm. Neglect. I'm. harder. To spot. I'm. Hunger. Untidy. Not often. caught. I'm. Mentally. Scarred. Left.
Noble's Point Of View There was a knock at the door. I went to see who it was. " Whats up baby " a familiar voice said. " I looked up to see Kyle, my boyfriend on the DL ( Down Low ).
The stone cold pavement against my cheek Depression is the reason i feel so weak. Sleeping rough,Means no food to eat Not even a drink on this cold crowded street.
There are so many bad addictions currently in the world, it makes me feel sad. There are people addicted to smoking, gambling, drugs, alcohol and other things.
He can't hear He only listens to himself To his addiction His inner need and not to help Gone are the days When he was happy and free He's now in a dark world Where the bottle has the key No one can...
~really beautiful song, my favorite really sad though.
#household It takes a life On the streets it's rife CUT.... Causing pain Nothing to gain STAB...... A moment of rage Take centre stage SLASH........ Perhaps lifetime of guilt, for blood spilt.
@misslittleDHP Preppies are popular A different kind of bully Their the ones Who could be your friend If they weren't so self absorbed Others seem to be "The bad kids" Not raised wrong Just not...
Bullying A kids life long dream is to flourish and fly. Spread his or her life long wings to soar and reach the sky's, with no limits.
With parents who have deep rooted problems of their own Or an addiction so strong it ceases all nurturing instincts It's the children who suffer When the adults don't know how they will put food on...
_____. // \\. /|\ O O /|\. /||\__ __ /||\. ___|__|__. / \. | | | |. |__|_____|__|. This picture that looks so dumb.
That girl you called a slut in class today, she’s a virgin. The pregnant girl walking down the street, she got raped.
Not mine, unknown artist. That boy you punched in the hall today, commited suicide a few minutes ago. That girl you called a slut in class today is a virgin.
Lying in her doorway The shoppers pass her by Ignore her plea for 40p They never wonder why She is just a nobody to them Not worthy of a life They've not considered Her life so full of strife Her...
I'm working on a story for Movella about bullying. I shall now upload the first draft of chapter1 in parts.
So I went to London last weekend and it was great. I got to see and do lots of things. One thing I aways seem to forget about the city, is how busy it always is.
Bullies. You know what I don't understand you, it's how you push people around, some thinking it's fun, some just not caring. You people are sick. One of my friends got bullied, and I'm done with you.
Mummy doesn't chop the sandwiches the way I like anymore, Not like before. In fact, usually she doesn't make sandwiches, Or listen to my wishes.
Why do people do what they do to you. Why would they tease and taunt someone, make someone's life a miserly, make them feel like a freak, like they don't belong.
by Me, Emily. Do you know what you will do to him. Do you know how he'll be. Do you know what will become of him. Do you know what *I* see. I see a broken body, sore, I see a tortured mind.
I look into the stars. I have done this ever since I was little. When you look at the stars you dream, and when you dream your inspired, and when you're inspired. You can create.