Loneliness
Somebody needs to check my brain.
I’m inquisitive, I need to know if I’m sane.
The deviation in my mind finally came.
Adjacent to others, I am definitely not the same.
In others’ eyes I am aught, only weak.
The monster in me is all they seek.
I am harmless,
While others believe that I’m heartless.
My heart is tender.
My body is slender.
I have a smile on my face while genuinely trying,
While inside my heart is crying.
This is an explanation to why I go home lonely each night.
Nothing significant to happen in sight.
Which crusades me to schedule an accompaniment with my best friend, my razorblade.
Creating exquisite art on my feeble thighs.
Emitting the thick red liquid from each wound.
I’m suffering from the painful sensation dispersing throughout my faint structure.
If I were to suddenly vanish from this earth without a trace,
Who would miss me and my grace?
