A boy holding a blade to his wrist
Pondering on whether he should lacerate his skin..........


who wants me here?
who cares about me?
who accepts me for who i am?
Nobody
so why sit around to pretend i'm ecstatic about life
when i am being contused?

Contused about having rainbows in my brain
getting beat by my dad
he says hes going to beat me until all i know is straight
straight mind
until i stand straight
until i am straight
i thought he loved me
i thought he accepted me for who i am

i have been abandoned by the ones i thought was friends
unaccepted by churches
treated differently by teachers

i have been referred to as "it" numerous of times

at times i feel unusual , like i'm not human....  

Society dosen't care
Friends
Family
Teachers
they don't care

When i am lying on the floor
blood leaking from my cut s
my body has discontinued the flow of oxygen and blood

when i am cadaverous , deceased, vanished
  
that's when people will start felling attritional
that's when people will understand

But its to late for that.
i am dead
because you couldn't open your eyes and realize what i was going through

I wanted to know you understood me before my life was non-extant