I'm walking in the rain.
Hooded head tilted down.
Thinking about the school
And its restrictions on me.
Thinking about how this new girl
May be my new love.
Wondering how I've came
To cutting myself.
There's two places left uncompromised.
At home alone or out and about
Where none can catch me.
Where none will doubt me.
Where I can write my heart out.
Where I can cut (myself) without fear.
Where I can believe in Santa Clause.
Where I can listen without judgement.
Where I can be free without conforming.
Where I can love without hate.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
I'm walking in the rain.
Hooded head tilted down.
Thinking about the school
And its restrictions on me.
Thinking about how this new girl
May be my new love.
Wondering how I've came
To cutting myself.
There's two places left uncompromised.
At home alone or out and about
Where none can catch me.
Where none will doubt me.
Where I can write my heart out.
Where I can cut (myself) without fear.
Where I can believe in Santa Clause.
Where I can listen without judgement.
Where I can be free without conforming.
Where I can love without hate.