Pain

Crying in the darkness

Screaming in the night

Craving for the path

to eternal light.

My knife is my best friend,

the only thing that leaves a mark on me,

because my only feeling is one of apathy.

No one understands,

or even bothers to try.

No one knows the trouble

I go through to get by.

They don't even bother

to know the real me

But they don't even bother,

to leave me be.

Their taunts ring in my ears

Like the blood pounds through my veins.

If only I could escape

their cruel reins

That pull me in by nature

Yet that betrays me by the way

How popularity rules everything today.