Ten

I am all alone.
Not just in this blue room,
But also in this sad, sad world.
Pages are all that will dry my fallen tears, for shoulders are cold and turn away.
I am misunderstood,
They misunderstand.
They made 10 my least favourite
Number,
Day,
Month.
They’ve made me question everything I’ve come to know, and how can I find any Answers when there’s no one to ask, or even talk to?
Everyone believes in the lies, the rumours.

Everyone looks at me in disgust.

You broke a beer bottle and carved the X into my back.
It stung at first,
But the sting stopped interrupting my day and a
Band-aid hid me from ‘Are You Okay?’ ‘s.
But the more I turn away from people,
The more they see the band aid. And the more they see the band aid…
The more they rip it off
To discover what's hiding.
I thought I was okay, I thought I was done with it.
But if I face the truth, it’d tell me that with
Each rip comes more pain every time.
And I’m sick of
Hurting,
And I’m sick of
Hurting other people.
My smile is gone because I don’t want to taste the tears.
I am all alone in this dark blue sad stupid fucking world.