Lost Cause
I don't think they realize
how staring at these walls
through blooshot eyes,
can slowly kill you.
You take so much in society
that it slowly eats away at your soul.
You begin to feel uncomfortabl
in your own skin.
Once you see flaws,
changes begin to set in
that you have made.
You begin to write your story,
but not on paper with a pencil.
You write on your skin,
with a blade.
The next day you go to school.
Remember how no one was there for you
when you wrote your story,
now all of a sudden people start wanting to read it,
but judge it from the seam.