The song of the unfortunates

To all those who are reading

Thanks to those who are reading,

Helping me through to the end.

And thanks to those who are reading,

You surely are a friend.

And though I might not be dying,

I feel that was inside.

But today is the day that

I no longer want to hide.

I might be called freak,

Or a creature of hell,

But I don't mind that happen,

At least until the bell.

So the scars are still there,

But the sleeves are now gone,

And I'm still alive,

But really I'm done.