They say words don’t hurt
Tell me why every word they say makes me weak
How every word makes me bleed
Slowly I start to believe
The awful things they say
My confidence makes a drastic turn
I start to believe maybe it’s my clothes
Levi’s, Ralph Lauren, Gucci, and Trues’s
The words never stopped so I changed my view
Maybe it’s my hair
Long, Short, Curly, and Straight
The words kept flowing and stayed on repeat
Maybe it’s me
Maybe I shouldn’t be here
So I grabbed the knife and started to think
How this will be reported on the news
Or will it even air
Counted to three
And my mom walked through the door
I started to cry
To be bullied hurts
To be hated hurts
Loneliness hurts