Wounded

What bully can see

is all my insecurity and every day we plea that we wont be seen.

We get beaten and called names every where we've been

every day were suicidal even though its a sin

girls told they look like men.

 

Walls are built while are souls decay I'll be gone by May

I pray to God everyday please Lord help me I need to stay

But this game I can no longer play.

We are wounded solders in the heat of the war

half of us become poor slipping into depression and alcohol obsession

 

Is my message not clear we are living in fear can you not hear our life is a

car we can no longer steer. We cant even look in the mirror we are ghost

from before do I need to say more. No one is better we are all the same but

the words said drive me insane each word said is full of pain that brings

shame, each time we hear our name another stain , pain, and blame comes

so we cry out and sit lame.

So my question is do you bring pain because this is one game that

should bring you shame , your to blame.

 

blame

 

 

shame

 

 

 

pain

 

 

 

name

 

 

 

 

 

 

So much pain!