"Hey you with the face,
Meet me at this place."
"Hey you with the cuts,
You guys are such mutts."
They all say and say,
Words this past month May.
These horrible words,
Hurts all of us birds.
Sticks and stones break bones,
People with gravestones,
Hear words of living,
Mouths non-forgiving.
People of the dead,
Heard what beings said.
All of us now cry,
All of us now sigh.
Razors pins and blades,
All of them wear shades.
Kissing all around,
Though it makes no sound.
It's all a token,
We're now all broken.
Words and words kill us,
And now it is thus,
Never send them back,
It hurts us like a tack.
We slit soft skin,
Though it is very thin,
It brings the blood out,
Again our blood spouts.
Hopefully we'll live,
And to each we'll give,
A gift of our breath,
Covered in a sheath,
Of frightened feelings,
Ignore the peelings,
Of skin that now floats,
On it's way to boats,
Of carpeting floor,
Oh God here comes more,
Just grab someone's hand,
We'll make our last stand.
Our wrists are colored red,
Now it's on the bed,
All over the floor,
Our wrists become sore,
We will show them all,
And now it's our ball,
Our fingers new glued,
All our arms are nude,
We look at them now,
The plan is in tow,
We're our own hero,
We are not zero.
"Please just take a look,"
"Oh please they're just hooks,
For winter jackets,
And tennis rackest."
We yell and we yell,
Though they cannot tell,
Their words are so lost,
To us at a cost.
We stand up to them,
And now we're a stem,
Staying strong and hard,
We're not tubs of lard.
They treat us like trash,
And now we will thrash,
Against their harsh words,
Advancing in thirds.
Now our hands are red,
We still haven't fled.
"Oh God""Wait""Holdon!"
And still we press on,
Saying we're someone,
Our wrists holding fun.
They all now back up,
And they just don't stop,
We come to the top,
Our wrists are our mop,
For the blodd to seep,
We all start to weep,
Saying that we're here,
So close and so near,
To find a safe spot,
No matter how hot.
Our fingers still locked,
For we may be f*cked,
And they all screamed back,
Telling us we lack,
All the qualities,
And all of the fees,
To be one of them,
and they just spit phlem.
We stopped in our tracks,
Like all the dead sacks.
Our pants were now red,
And our pants all said,
That they've had enough,
That this has been tough.
Fingernails crusted,
Weith blood we've trusted,
Our wrists all bloodied,
Our shoes all muddied,
We have lost the fight,
It was not so lighte.
Our lives have ended,
Nothing's extended,
To us poor sad kids,
Our lives don't have lids,
Our faces with blood,
Our lives are no good.
Can we ever fix,
Our life as it ticks,
The seconds away,
We can never stay,
In one place at times,
As the poor wind chimes.
We walk away slow,
With shame and a bow,
The arrow pierces,
Our heart to pieces,
All of us died,
And all of them spied,
Hopefully they said,
They had made us dead.
Meet me at this place."
"Hey you with the cuts,
You guys are such mutts."
They all say and say,
Words this past month May.
These horrible words,
Hurts all of us birds.
Sticks and stones break bones,
People with gravestones,
Hear words of living,
Mouths non-forgiving.
People of the dead,
Heard what beings said.
All of us now cry,
All of us now sigh.
Razors pins and blades,
All of them wear shades.
Kissing all around,
Though it makes no sound.
It's all a token,
We're now all broken.
Words and words kill us,
And now it is thus,
Never send them back,
It hurts us like a tack.
We slit soft skin,
Though it is very thin,
It brings the blood out,
Again our blood spouts.
Hopefully we'll live,
And to each we'll give,
A gift of our breath,
Covered in a sheath,
Of frightened feelings,
Ignore the peelings,
Of skin that now floats,
On it's way to boats,
Of carpeting floor,
Oh God here comes more,
Just grab someone's hand,
We'll make our last stand.
Our wrists are colored red,
Now it's on the bed,
All over the floor,
Our wrists become sore,
We will show them all,
And now it's our ball,
Our fingers new glued,
All our arms are nude,
We look at them now,
The plan is in tow,
We're our own hero,
We are not zero.
"Please just take a look,"
"Oh please they're just hooks,
For winter jackets,
And tennis rackest."
We yell and we yell,
Though they cannot tell,
Their words are so lost,
To us at a cost.
We stand up to them,
And now we're a stem,
Staying strong and hard,
We're not tubs of lard.
They treat us like trash,
And now we will thrash,
Against their harsh words,
Advancing in thirds.
Now our hands are red,
We still haven't fled.
"Oh God""Wait""Holdon!"
And still we press on,
Saying we're someone,
Our wrists holding fun.
They all now back up,
And they just don't stop,
We come to the top,
Our wrists are our mop,
For the blodd to seep,
We all start to weep,
Saying that we're here,
So close and so near,
To find a safe spot,
No matter how hot.
Our fingers still locked,
For we may be f*cked,
And they all screamed back,
Telling us we lack,
All the qualities,
And all of the fees,
To be one of them,
and they just spit phlem.
We stopped in our tracks,
Like all the dead sacks.
Our pants were now red,
And our pants all said,
That they've had enough,
That this has been tough.
Fingernails crusted,
Weith blood we've trusted,
Our wrists all bloodied,
Our shoes all muddied,
We have lost the fight,
It was not so lighte.
Our lives have ended,
Nothing's extended,
To us poor sad kids,
Our lives don't have lids,
Our faces with blood,
Our lives are no good.
Can we ever fix,
Our life as it ticks,
The seconds away,
We can never stay,
In one place at times,
As the poor wind chimes.
We walk away slow,
With shame and a bow,
The arrow pierces,
Our heart to pieces,
All of us died,
And all of them spied,
Hopefully they said,
They had made us dead.