I remember the time I was chased around the small playground
I remember footballs being kicked at me
I remember belts whipping down.
I felt so ashamed, what had I done? Why did they pick on me?
I just couldn't turn my life around.
That was one of the reasons for my depression
Constant bullying from year 2 to year 8.
I was picked on because of my football team's scores
I was picked on because of how smart I was.
And it made me hate life. Those stupid who.res.
I was afraid to become what I truly am
I didn't want to listen to my music incase they picked on me
I wanted my hair short to fit in
I just wanted to be loved. But it was hard.
So I became shy. Concealed thoughts within.
I thought about how much I hate them
About how much they were jealous
About how far they were going to get in their life
But it usually just made me worse
And one of the reasons why I turned to the knife
It stopped. I don't know how. I can't remember that
I just know it did because I came more confident.
I gained friends, I gained trust
And now I'm relatively popular.
And I'm no longer being left to rust
I'm glad it stopped; I don't really want to die
It was just a phase those death thoughts
The constant lust for death.
Love has removed that nowadays
And that's what I like to say under my breath.
I have a love of my life.
Something I'd thought I'd never have
Yes, I'm upset sometimes
But on the whole life is a lot better.
And so I write about it with small rhymes.
