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I wake up to hell, i listen to the screams, i hide from the shouts.

i just have to get out my house.

Walk to to bus stop, 15 minuets early the rain pours on my head.

more and more wet i get.

i have forgotern something... why go back now? 100ft down this damn road is hell,

10 minuets, i see the bully smokin a fag down the street.

I sympathise the poor guy, the problems i know he chases

i stand in the street

 

7:35am still dark.

under the orange "sun" I'm a hooded angel, all broken and coverd in scars.

i can't go to school crying. pull myself together, practise that smile, so fake...

the cold burns my hands, i'm soaked with rainy tears.

I dry my eyes, pull the warm closer.

smile at the bully guy, he makes a rude remark. i smile. bitter smile.

it's nothing to me.

it's nothing like when the voices scream.

 

7:43am,

the rest of the kids come down the street,

sunshine bubbles, a little sleepy.

Fear of the voices, i hear

step back into the darkness,

Wait with the sunshine i'm to good to have.

 

7:45am

yellow lights round the bend,

my fake life starts, the real one ends.

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