I go by Rose. Never by my first name. 
My lush calico hair hangs just bellow my shoulders. 
My big chocolate eyes stare into yours. 
I search for lies.
I read you past
I write your future. 
I ignore the gunshots outside
while My Chemical Romance blasted from my headphones
you ask,"why dont you run?"
I smile
"I will get found anyways. 
And I will make them sorry when they do."
You do not yet know how bad this hell we call home can be.
I dream of a good future for the children younger than me. 
I dreamed of love
and someone caring about me. 
That was before I knew how cruel the world could be. 
You looked at me. 
" Can I tell you a secret? " I asked
You nodded. 
I leaned over and whispered something in your ear. 
When I was done I pulled a finger to my forever red lips,
My finger touching my scar.
Shushing you. 
You nodded with widened eyes. 
You do not know what it feels like
to be hated
unwanted
forgotten. 
I walked over to the gunshots
and I had them on their backs
You watched in horror as I pulled a gun from my coat
BANG
a guy lied in his own blood
I laughed
this was fun
BANG BANG
the others joined him in seconds
So I began to write
about the horrible world we live in
about happiness that could only be found in dreams. 
I cry words and blood
never tears. 
I dream
Still awake
and I kill
Still alive