different

harley

22 Jul, 2012 12:38 AM 
They always say
It'll be different
It never is or will be!
I try to face it,
I can't.
I'm all alone.

I come home from hell.
My blade screams for me.
It understands me,helps me.
The proof is;
Up and down my arms
Bloody pool on my floor
Broken sharpener

My jacket covers everything
Bangs in my face to hide
My pain
Dark hair instead of blonde
Barely talk but when I do
I'm fighting.

I'm different..
Always will be..
Nothing changes for the good..
I'm stuck here alone..
Only trust I have is in
My blade..
Tags: Death, Dark, Alone, Pain
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