Your like the sun
Shining on me
Too bad it's just to dark too see
I'm draped in black
The demons always attack
They grip at my pain
And laugh why ?
Because I'm lame.
I have no friends
I'm not special
No one cares if I shed a few tears
Who cares if this is good ?
I surely don't ,
All I want to do
Is rip out my throat
Maybe then I can be sort of special
Unable to talk maybe then I wouldn't say anything unintelligent
Because I am.
You see it's the colors I bleed
That death won't even take me.
All I have is the path I walk
Bare footed stepping on sharp rocks
None of this makes sense cause no one gets me
You'll read this and put it down cause you know it's not sound.
If you listened however you'd hear the slow pump of a heart beat and a gun skidding on the floor.
Because the girl who wrote this is no more.
