PigsNose
10-12-2006, 11:06 AM
Okay I wrote this when I dunno, I think I was about ten. I was quite proud of it then.
I'm watching and waiting
By the brick wall
I see them coming
And I hear them call
I feel so weak
They laugh in my ear
They grab all my books
I'm in terrible fear
I have bruises and cuts
All over my face
I limp all the way home
Though I am being chased
They say nasty words
They pull my hair
I cry and cry
It seems not fair
That night I went to the bathroom
I cried and cried
I took an overdose of pills
And that night I died
I'm watching and waiting
By the brick wall
I see them coming
And I hear them call
I feel so weak
They laugh in my ear
They grab all my books
I'm in terrible fear
I have bruises and cuts
All over my face
I limp all the way home
Though I am being chased
They say nasty words
They pull my hair
I cry and cry
It seems not fair
That night I went to the bathroom
I cried and cried
I took an overdose of pills
And that night I died