StopStop it.Stop1 year ago in Spirit Day More Like This
Please, I beg of you. Stop the pain.
Stop the torment.
I don't know why.
I guess it's because
I've put up with this for nearly
I guess because I can't come home
Without my mother asking why
My arms and legs have bruises and scrapes.
I guess because my father won't let up
On questioning me on how it is
I leave the house with five dollars
And return with five smacks across the forehead.
I guess because this would be one of the few times
When my older brother would look at me
And ask who is responsible
And I have to tell him,
I guess because my little sister,
Who'll be attending this school
All alone once I'm gone,
Will ask why is it that I'm always "acting" depressing and melancholic
And learn the hard way,
That I'm not.
I guess because after one viewing,
You'll be reported.
You'll be taken.
You'll be kicked.
You'll lose it all,
And wind up as utterly broken as I once was.
I guess because, with all this blood
Pouring and swi