Fighting back the tears.
Staring out into the night sky.
Wondering why, how . . .
Wondering who Iam, what I stand for.
Running alone down the street.
Tripping over loose stones and crying.
Wondering how I got here.
Why do I do these things?
Sitting alone, in the dark, at the end of an alleyway.
Realizing I'm worth more than this, but not caring.
Wondering why I don't care, why should I care, how can I care.
Who am I really?
Fighting the pain.
The pain of being victimized, of being bullied.
Wondering how to survive.
Wondering whether to let it go on or whether to stop being a victim.
Now she's sitting alone on the edge of a cliff.
She's listening to Linkin Park's "Bleed It Out."
Wondering whether to go on.
Wondering if it would be worth it to live, to survive.
She's standing on the edge, face to the wind.
The music is pounding. Her head is aching. Her heart is breaking.
Wondering whether to die.
Wondering whether to end it all, to commit suicide - to jump.
Falling . . . Screaming . . . Music pounding . . . She dies.
Sirens . . . Crying . . . Funeral . . . Burial . . . She's gone FOREVER.
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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Alone and Standing on the Edge of the Cliff
Monday, June 29, 2009
Downward Spiral
He don't like cops.
They shot his brother.
They wrecked his family.
He loved his brother.
His brother was seventeen.
In the wrong place
At the wrong time.
He dresses like a gangster.
He's always on the street.
Always listening to rap.
Skateboarding.
BMXing.
Always in trouble.
Not because he looks for it.
Trouble finds him.
Expelled from school.
Can't get a job.
He hangs by himself.
A loner.
Bullied.
Fights for his right to live.
To survive.
In his room
He plays video games
All night long.
All day long
Music blares.
It's his shield.
His escape.
He goes no where
Without his music.
On weekends
He gets stoned.
His parents worry.
They don't want him
To follow his brother.
He thinks they don't care.
They don't talk to him.
He's hardly ever home.
He finds a friend.
Somebody to talk to.
Somebody who cares.
Somebody who enjoys what he does.
Two years later his friend is dead.
The cops shot him.
Wrong place.
Wrong time.
He survives.
Scarred for life.
Emotionally.
Physically.
He vows revenge.
The cops die.
He joins a gang,
Gets kicked out of his home.
His life becomes a vicious circle
Of drugs and violence.
All Alone, On Her Own
She lives.
Everyday she tries
To survive
On her own.
She believes.
She is being fed bullshit.
Everytime she talks
To them.
She cannot go back.
If she goes back,
Life will be worse
For everyone in her life.
She feels
She is better off
On her own.
All alone.
She tries
To be true
To herself
To do what is good for her.
She looks forward to the future.
She hopes that life will get better.
All she has to do
Is survive the next few years.
She dreams.
She tries to follow her heart.
She dares to live her dreams.
And accomplish her goals.
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