It’s not always as bad
As people make it out to be
It’s something that can fuel a human
to cast a unique outlook on life
or cause unimaginable misery

Most are ignorantly clueless
A very few have an expertise
Many cast a negative tone upon it
But some may sense creativity

Those curious few learn to control it
Honing in to the repulsive chaos
Taming it and reigning it in
Dominating the scene
A few may learn to enjoy it, like me

When you know how to use it
It can go a long way
You can spread it out over time
Or use it all in one day

It’s madness, it is
Humanity’s default death spell
Whether it’s markings on wrists
Or they’re a failure to tell

Just varying side effects
Of an attempt to control
But should never be labeled as failure
But it should be seen as battle scars from hell’s toll

Maybe it’s their only friend
Maybe it’s all they know
Maybe they live an abuse-infused life
Maybe they don’t have a home

So before you call someone out
Sure, you may feel great playing along
But be aware
It soon becomes an uncontrolled laughing stalk

And they'll probably just agree
They might smile and laugh,
They might run outside and cry
So the world will never understand how mad they are inside

The day will come,
When blood shows as clear as a diamond
And you understand then and there,
You can **** with just words, no fighting.