Bruised
I walk down the corridor
It's dark, dingy and damp
Cold and hard surfaces everywhere
No light around, no sun, no lamps.
I get back to my room
And collapse on the bed
I wake a while later
And reflect on what was said
I get up going into the bathroom
And stare at my reflection.
Red hair, blue eyes and pale skin
All bruised and red by mutilation.
What am I to do?
This happens everyday
This place I call home
I have no where else to stay
Everyone seems to hate me
Yet they don't even know me
I have nothing toof myown
And no family to go and see
Another day the same routine
Yet something is not the same
Somebody stuck up for me
And said I wasn't so lame
He helped me to stand and patched me up
And promised to be there should I fall
It was then that I realised
I had a friend after all
By: LittlePurplePhoenix
