sitting in the corner
huddled almost lifeless
blood stained fingers, clothes, and floor
this troubled soul now fightless
wanted what everyone would
the pleasure of being accepted
feared what no one should
the pain of being rejected
expected of so much
still not knowing why
not knowing the meaning of life
wanting to give up and die
what are the answers?
these i try to find
but not even knowing the questions
i continue to fall behind
bringing focus back the the present
bloody tears roll down my face
making my final move of sacrafice
tears reach my lips for a bitter taste...
 
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