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