My World

As i look at my hand I think and wonder,
Scared and alone,
Like a child scared of thunder.

People don't understand me,
I cry and wonder why,
I cant do anything about it,
just sigh and let it go by.

Why do i do such damage to myself?
And think that I'm to blame?
But no, I just realized something,
That stuff is really lame.

I cant describe the pain i feel,
All the tears and blame and sorrow.
Sometimes i just wonder--
Will i ever see tomorrow?

My Hand, my hand,Why do you do such things?
No it's not your fault,
It's mine--
I take the blame.