*bang*
Ouch…
That hurt.
Here it comes again…
*bang*
Ouch…
Kids throwing rocks.
*bang*
Another one in the head.
I am the meantally ill one in the playground.
Everyone hates me.
They hit me,
And they hurt me…
*sticks and stones may break muh bones but words may never hurt me*
I may say this…
But I cry muhself to sleep at night.
*bang*
More rocks.
I am older than all the kids…
I am also younger.
Muh mentality is younger than they.
*bang*
*falls down*
now I am dead…