I never new what love is <br />Or even what a true friend was <br />My story started when I was 5 <br />first day at school and I was jumped by some kids I still don’t know what I did but so I expected the punches and learn to avoided them but there second weapon cut worse than the first names being called the teaches wouldn’t help I think they didn’t care I was to kind to ask for help to stubborn to think I was rejected by the people I loved I was pushed a round by friends I had two girls I loved die before I met them and 5 move after I still get teased now at 17 but I don’t really care I have a gouges girl friend who loves me I hope the curse doesn’t get her too <br />People still beaten me up and I still refuse to tell I have no true friends just ones to lead me to hell <br />I ask those in the same spot to look in there hearts and ask them selves what is right<br /><br />tony atkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beaten-but-not-giving-up/
