A sharp edge of any kind
i feel is my only friend
living life with me
as it pushes me closer to the end
relieving me of my pain
of basically my life
or only as i see it
as i grow knee deep in strife
a fight to keep on living
in this hell i call home
i cant stand the people here
everyone should just leave me alone
that is all they have ever done
and I've made it this far
all by myself
i don't know who all these other people are
they call themselves friends
they call themselves kin
the only one I'm close to
unleashes the pain within
all the crap that hides beneath
my life is not crystal clear
inside lies agony
accompanying rivers of tears
awaiting their chance to be let out
and shown to everyone
presenting to them an idea
of what it is they have done
to me all this time
or haven't done i should say
ignoring me as if i were transparent
day after day
bringing me to the edge of insanity
as it all bleeds from within
as i dream constantly
of what a life it would've been
how i could've been showered with love
and instead i haven't even got hate
how i feel as if I'm eternally cursed
and i am to age at an unhurried rate
but what is so absurd
is that this is the complete adverse
of what my life is really like
no more than a curse
it seems so horrid and isolated
forever i am alone
and the ludicrous of it
is that others see it as the perfect home
