Blood stains on my sleeves.
A cold chill blankets me.
Knuckles bruised,
Self abuse.
Nothing to do.
No one understands,
No one to hold my hand,
No one to guide me through.
No one to listen,
Nowhere to hide.
Life has gotten hard,
Broken guard,
Nothing left to protect me.
Flat through the day,
Don’t dream at night.
About reality,
Or what’s right.
Can’t wait for life to end,
I'll be most happy then.

 
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