Just found something I wrote my junior year. I'm pretty sure I didnt even use multis then. Its real long so I'll post it in 2 parts.
The wind licks my back and my aching shoulders,
Bleeding just waiting for this beating to be over,
I call out Jehovah but he ignores my call,
He needs me to struggle it's the only way I'll be strong,
I gotta prove them wrong so I gotta move on,
Through tears I symbolize my life through a song,
Carrying my cross up this hill its so heavy I can't recover,
My cross in one hand a football in the other,
Continue looking for rest I give up cause its aimless,
Because these changes are changing into the chains I'm still chained in,
People mock and laugh like their blameless,
Would cry out in anguish but im numb and so painless,
These thorns in my head let the blood trickle down in my eyes,
Not suprised seems like ive always been blind,
Lullibies that kept me warm are now leaving me cold,
IV in my arm pumping hate straight to my soul,
But what do you expect when my cross is so heavy,
Hanging me high I won't die Im not ready,
Keeping my hands steady everytime the whip crashes,
Oh wait someone's looking gues i better start laughin,
So hypicritical miserable everytime that i smile,
Scars so viceral yet the pain only lasts for a while,
Honestly if you come and run in my arms,
I'd just collapse cause these beatings seeming just to hard,
I know I seem strong but in reality Im weak,
Demons so big and Im just something to eat,
From my cheek bloody tears drip into the dirt,
I wash the bloodstains from my shirt so you can't see my hurt,
Hang me on my cross but it just falls in the sand,
Do my lips seem so disirable with all these holes in my hand,
My skin hurts from rope burns they keep holding me down,
Hooks in my mouth turns my smile into a frown,
Turn around Roman soldier punching me in my mouth,
I smile turn around and just spit the blood out,