A poem I wrote during a difficult time to get past bullying and thoughts of dying.
We all bleed the same color
So why must we cry,
We are different
But never know why.
If I died tonight
Would my blood still be red,
Or does it change
Because of the hurtful words, you said.
Does all my past choices
Turn my blood gray,
You know it doesn't
But you continue with your dirty wordplay.
I am the same as you but in a different body
Change up your verbiage and make it more jolly.