My thought changes with hate and anger
Instantly I am the target
Blood drips from the quarter inch soft blade cut
Satin knows I’m true
Tears include
A never mind
Sadness dwells
They laugh and that’s suppose to help
At least I’m not catching bruises
At least I’m not blowing fuses
Wait… I guess it’s my fault your so upset then
Actually it is
Surprise surprise
The hates inside
You talk out loud to be heard by me
Out of desperation with nowhere else to go
Like I would accept you with open arms or something
I wish
But your not worth the annoyance
Or getting over it for that matter
Trash in my path
If I must I guess I’ll walk threw it
