Bullies
For everyone who has been forced to feel ashamed about themselves by other people for no reason.
The notes stapled to your back
Are almost as painful as the words written on them
So close but yet so far
Don’t try to mend
They will seek to find out where you are
When you’re hidden, weak and trying to heal your wounds
They will find you
They will continue to abuse
They will hunt for your mind
And then hunt for your skin
And eventually your heart and soul
They will tear you apart
Limb from limb
It started with a single note
Stapled to your back
Then they started using nails and tacks
But after the first note was written
You were bitten
It’s the mark of the beast
They will forever hunt you just like they hunt for me
One note became two, and two became twenty
You count sheep in your head when you’re awake
There’s so many
So many lives that they will take
You are a sheep
Living in my herd
The wolves are coming to eat
Live in fear of those demonic liars who’s words are slurred
They will hunt for your mind
And then hunt for your skin
And eventually your heart and soul
They will tear you apart
Limb from limb
It started with a single note
Stapled to your back
Then they started using nails and tacks
But after the first note was written
You were bitten
It’s the mark of the beast
They will forever hunt you just like they hunt for me
They are the predators
We are their meal
But I am the leader so I’ll go in your place
Just so you can steal
Another breath
Just so you can live to see a better day
They will hunt for your mind
And then hunt for your skin
And eventually your heart and soul
They will tear you apart
Limb from limb
It started with a single note
Stapled to your back
Then they started using nails and tacks
But after the first note was written
You were bitten
It’s the mark of the beast
They will forever hunt you just like they hunted for me
Keep running
Never look back
Never look at the notes stapled to your back
Forget about me
My flesh, blood and bone finally found peace
They ripped me to shreds
But I saved you at least
My bones became jewels
My blood returned to the soil
My flesh became clothing
And my soul became oil
To fuel their fire
To fuel their blood thirsty desire
They will hunt for your mind, and then hunt for your skin
And eventually your heart and soul
They will tear you apart
Limb from limb
It started with a single note
Stapled to your back
Then they started using nails and tacks
But after the first note was written
You were bitten
It’s the mark of the beast
They will forever hunt you just like they hunted for me
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