the way they look at me is like a knife slicing into melon

such hatred in their eyes, I don't aim to please

never live my life by their standards,only ever matching my own

my heart bleeds so I try my best to ignore it, which is so hard

when where ever you walk crimson streaks behind you and drips off your hand when you greet new people

I do my best to force a smile even though I have little to be happy about

so tired, exausted

I lay in bed at night sleepless,praying that the morning comes sooner

the dreams in my head, rush by even though I lye wide awake

my skin feels like needles are trying to push their way out of their skin my eyes like cannon balls ready to fire

my heart aches as if it was frozen

yet I still love and hold compassion for those around me

I still hold hope precious, above all other things I must keep walking, no matter how hard it gets or how heavy my feet become.

drenched in sweat and crimson

I tread myself a path in this life so that in the next when I look back I can walk a paved road.