Weak as I am
I walk up this hill...
A pinch of anxiety
A dash of despair...
The bell, it tolls a deathly ringing chime,
It echoes though the jagged hills I tread...
The tide has turned
waves; flow deceit...
Walking, leaves crunching under my feet.
This road has lead Me to hell and back...
Here in this red notebook
Darkened scrawl, depressing thoughts...
When you saw me crying what did you think?
"oh god theres another girl whose teetering...
"Jesus loves you," they tell me
And I know it's true...
Tears and blood drop onto the floor,
While I'm thinking: I don't want this anymore...
The first may hurt but it's not bad
For afterwards it makes you glad...
I have the curse of streaks of red,
now I cannot stand the human touch...
I never really asked for much,
I never really wanted more...