Disclaimer: I do not own the MR series or any of the characters. However i do own this poem and the storyline
When I feel bad about my life
I want to feel that thrill
I slowly take out my knife
I love watching the blood spill
Adrenaline rushes through my veins
I make sure no-one's there
I get my pleasure from my pains
And I don't really care
I like to help myself sometimes
I do what I know pleases
I spill blood as I write down these rhymes
Until my heartache eases.
I escape the emotional pain
At least for a while
Otherwise it drives me slowly insane
Hearing him laugh, seeing him smile
I know I can't have him
And it kills me inside
I go back after,
With a few more scars to hide.
I put my pen down and studied the words that I had just written. There was NO WAY whatsoever that anyone in the flock would ever see this book. EVER!! It was my life, literally. I heard movement behind me and saw Fang waking up. I quickly closed my book and stuffed it in my backpack and went to my seat in the front of the cave.
"Hey" said Fang, sitting down beside me.
"Hi" I said back, gently pull my sleves down to cover my arms. I glanced at him, good he's watching the forest. He didn't notice anything.
"You okay Max?" he asks, looking at me with those eyes that I'd loved for a LONG time.
"Yes" I replied, looking into his eyes.
I'd stared right into his eyes, lied to my best friend, the man I loved, and told him I was okay. Again.
Wants, they consume my everything.
Lies, they are my everything.
They hide the true me, replacing me with a mask, an outfit, that is fine, cloaking the real me, the me that isn't fine, shielding me from view.
Lies,wants,pleasures - all guilty.
For my wants and pleasures i lie,
for my wants and pleasures i cut
for my Love, i cry, i can never have him.