Alone

I cry at night,
when i'm alone,
i think about that sharp shiny knife,
when no ones home.
i try to shake of my problems,
but its so hard.
no one to talk to,
everyove seems so far.
i go to school,
with a fake smile on my face,
but deep down my heart burns and aches.
in my eyes,
they see the pain.
my mind is blinded by the storm and heavy rain.
it only makes me stronger,
to know that i need to live,
because god sent me here,
but i have no special gift