Twenty Two!

Witch In Disguise.

He used to tell me,
His mother was a witch in disguise
How she hated him
And he hated being second choice
He would then break down
Right infront of me
And sob for hours
For all the misery he sees
That day when I saw him broken
He didn't express
His words failed him
But his cuts were a symbol
Left and right,
One after another
Such brutal cuts,
But it didn't bleed red.
It was blue and green
And healed right from within.
He hurt himself,
Again and again
Like he wanted to blame his mother
For all of his pain,
But it didn't come to him.
It was him who showed me
How much a human can hate another
Yet he survived
Survived himself, from that one night
It was not him
Not him who protected himself
It were the words
His mother told him
All his life,
No matter how tough it gets
He was a son of a witch in disguise
Who weaves magic
And bleeds different
One you can't kill
Not with the strong words
And colourful situations.
So instead he draped a bandage
And forcefully smiled
Clicked the knife with a spell of his
And changed it to the next smile.