Black tears and strikes (Sort of a TW)

Don’t want you to see

Don’t want you to hear

Bullying

You cut down, deeper

Everytime you strike

I stare out to keep the welling

The loud bangs

Black dripping down my face

The black that you make fun of

You press “Resume game”

You think it makes me better

You think it prepares me for the real life

No

It makes me paranoid

Makes me and everyone else

Untrustworthy

Everytime you speak its 

Pain and fear but also anger

You’re bipolar

And whenever i try to be better

I sink back down 

I’m below you 

Vermin

Used to cry and sob

Call to mom

That just infuriates you

I’ve learned to just let it happen

You’ll get bored with prey eventually

The places you strike

Not just in the body

Out

The back, arm, leg, hands

Makes more black fall

The salty black from my eyes

But even when you act like this

I have the falling feeling

Its my fault

You yell and purposely scare me

Manipulate others to see the worst

To keep me out of the non-vermin

Your “older” friends

Cant have a younger like me

Younger

I’ve learned to stand my ground now

Took me over a decade

But you find more ways to strike

Don’t want you to see

Don’t want you to hear