I thought you were the one, the one I've been waiting for; the day you knocked upon my door. I thought you were the one, I thought you were true, so I gave up everything for you and now I'm turning blue. I gave you my heart, but you broke it in two. I tried my best to fix it, fix it with glue; now I'm left here broken, thinking about you. I hate how I am feeling, thinking nothing worse could ever happen; till years and years later, you knock upon my door. You have no right, you try to talk to me and be my knight, but something's not the same now I have some insight. Long time ago I made a deal with satin, now you're begging while I'm turning white. I lost my life when I was living in hell; you say "goodbye," but all I hear is bells.
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Do you remember when you were in school, and even if you didn't think it there was always groups of people; they were either popular, genius, sporty, nerd, gothic, clown, kind, outgoing, or shy? I was one of the kind ones. I didn't have more than five friends, but I was still kind to everyone. One day in eighth grade, my life changed and all because I agreed to go on a date with my best guy friend. Two of my cousins heard and right a way, one of them called me a mean word because the friend I agreed to go on a date with, she liked. I felt bad, I didn't know she liked him we barely talk, but I went on the date anyway. She must've hated me so much for it because she started telling other people that I was a "w" and soon other people started calling me other words too. I thought that it would never end, but than summer came and I was so happy because I didn't have to see them anymore, than high school hit. Freshman year, it still began, more and more mean words/phrases from students I didn't even know. It got to the point where I lost all my friends and I wouldn't even talk to my other classmates or in front of any class I had. Maybe that's why it was easy for other students to pick on me, call me names and say hurtful things. I was one of the "easy targets" because I stopped speaking to everyone. One day, during one of my classes I got called a "s" and I couldn't take it anymore; I walked right out of the classroom and sat in the hall until class was over. The teacher wanted to speak to me afterwards, obviously, she wanted to know why I walked out so I told her, the first teacher I ever told that I've been getting called names. She told me that she'd talk to the vice principal about it, but when parent/teacher conferences came around three weeks later, my father and I found out that she never talked to the vice principal, in fact she didn't do anything. That night, I started to self-harm myself, because I wanted to focus on a different pain than the one I've been feeling. Sophomore year, I was dating with guy who I thought was really great until one day his friends told him that I was the "s" everyone's been talking about. I thought he was different, that he was gonna tell them otherwise, but I was wrong. A school dance came and he took me, I was scared/shy and nervous to get out of his truck to where he said that if I didn't he was gonna drive over to the door and "r" me in front of everyone. Clearly after hearing that I got out, because I wasn't gonna make him turn me into someone I wasn't and after that night I broke up with him. I continued to self-harm myself that night for thinking he was different. It got to where I would self-harm almost every night. One day, my mother saw my wrist and took me to the hallway, she had me strip and she checked my body for more. She said, "This better stop or else I'm sending you to a group home!" It didn't help, instead if made me feel even more worse than how I was already feeling, but I stopped for a couple days because she ended up searching my body after school. Junior year, started out great, I wasn't getting called names or anything. I could smile and talk again, I even made some friends; but even the sun has to go down at some point and mine did. During art class a guy asked me if I wanted to date him, I replied to him with a "no" and he came back with a pocket knife, holding it right up to the throat. I ended up kicking him away and running out of class. I went to the office and told them what just happened, they had my fill out a report while they called the police. When they arrived I talked to them about what happened, filled out another report and they sent me to my next class, while the other student got three weeks out of school suspension. Four years later, the present, haven't been called names and I've never seen the other student since graduation. I even found someone who actually loves me and he puts a smile of my face everyday. I couldn't be happier.
By Sabrina Marie5 years ago in Humans
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