Written Pain , Blood

Written Pain


the blade
the arm
a broken heart
they said i had a clean slate
it wasnt true
they say i don't hide my feelings
then why do i walk away from life and write about them
they called me juvenille
they called me a runaway
what am i
am i a fuck up
or
am i just another written pain


Blood


one cut
one blade
and cut after cut she made
they said she was risking it
all she wanted was for people to stare
so she bled and bled
til they declared her dead

Fallen

another hit
another pain
and again i dont care
one more dream going down the drain
friends hate me
parents deny me
disowned by so many people
but weren't they ones who were supposed to help me
trying to love them
trying to be their friend
but still they hate me
trying to chantge
trying to rearrange my life
can't they see i still need help
i can't do it on my own
no one to lean on
no one to love me
they say they care
but i can't trust that
who can
i try to be liked
but i am just another fallen
reject