I still remember,
everything they said,
Its hard to forget,
i still remember,
though the bruises have faded,
almost every blow,
every word they called me,
every punch and kick,
the look in their eyes.
i still remember.
-its hard for me to forget,
what they called me,
even though some of them,
are nice to me now
They didnt care,
about what was the truth,
only wanted,
to hurt me,
with their words
Im not what they said,
Im NOT A SKANK,
A SLUT,
A B****,
A WHORE!
I never was.
but they didnt care.
-I hated year 8 coz of these guys. I got an uppercut to the gut coz another chick threw a stone at a guy. kicked in the shins coz someone elses ball slipped. I got alot of bruises. but i dont want to forget, coz because of them i stopped caring about what people thought. But im also screwed coz of them. I cant cry very easily anymore.
life goes on.
Jess Terry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-still-remember-everything/
