The red bleeds down my leg
As I drag the metal contraption as if im drawing with lead

The yelling is louder in my mind
Than downstairs with those kind.

The kind as in people who claim to be an adult
The ones who are nothing more than a cult

The cult of ******* parents who hate their kin
Hate them more than when they stub their shin

I'm nothing more than a mistake they tried to erase
By drinking alcohol and arguing at a pace

My friend tries texting my snap
But im too far gone to give a crap

I drag the blade harder, deeper than before
I suddenly become aware of the door

The door is open

Everyone is staring

Everyone is asking why...

What should I do?

Instead of saying, I turn my head away

I run away
Like all my problems before today

Eventually, given enough time, I'll push my friends away


I hope that comes sooner than later..

Because I dont know how much longer I can keep up with smiling..