• Blood on my hands
    blood on my legs
    blood on my wrists

    and they want me to cry
    they want to see tears streaming down my face
    they want to know that they succeeded

    They smirk and kick dirt and hurl angry words at me
    they call me a idiot cuz i cut myself
    because life became too much

    one leaps forward as i lay there helpless
    he pounds me into the ground
    i can hear the laughter,
    and the screams

    and finally he stops noticing that no tears are being shed by me
    "Why don't you cry?'
    "Because no matter what you do it will never change who iamand who i will become."