My Life Nothing hurts more than the slicing of harsh words. When

My Life

Nothing hurts more than the slicing of harsh words.
When I look around all I see,
Is the pain of the tortured and agony
I almost lost my way; I almost gave up the gift of day
Some say pain makes you stronger; I'm weak at the knees,
Others say speak out about it, but I can hardly breathe.
I had little motivation and no reason to try,
A couple points in life I wanted to curl up and die.
I see it every day no matter where I am or where I go,
It’s the hushed whisper, "I hate that stupid hoe."
I almost lost my way; I almost gave up the gift of day.
Whether it’s the way you look or who you are,
They take pleasure hurting anyone who isn't to par.
They bombard you with hatred, ridicule, and their pain,
Until they are satisfied, but they will be back again.
I almost lost my way; I almost gave up the gift of day.
I had almost no hope but a flicker of light,
I saw that my day wouldn't always be night.
I can’t believe I almost lost my way, or that I even thought to give up my day.