5 years they have done this
They play with my phone
How are they able to do this
5 years they have tormented us
I don’t want to live anymore
Bc the thought of that does not sit well
How can justice be served when someone brutally takes you without permission
I’ve been tossed around like a slave
Beat on and picked on day and night
Non stop I’ve fought and fought
Things unknown
Things you don’t see
They have beat me to death
And used me up
They have tried to set me up
And they follow me around
It’s too many of them
And I can’t hide
They try to steal me
From my family
Using my family
They beat the family
They use my family as a weapon against my soul
I can hear my soul crying out for help when I close my eyes
I’m tired
Even told me to kill myself
And they laugh when I get suicidal
They call me a snitch for wanting to save my family and I
They beat me
And laughter is what I hear when my mental health is the topic