Did it have to be this way?

I am alone,

In a corner of a derelict house,

My mind bathed with malicious thoughts and hate,

Tears of anger make rivers down my face

Did it have to be this way?

Sitting in a strange corner,

Clawing at my face,

Trying to escape from the detestation,

The revulsion within.

Did it have to be this way?

My back is full of knives,

My head is full of abhorrence,

Knuckles enveloped in a fine layer of blood,

Feet like a pin cushion,

Stuffed with broken glass,

I am alone.

Taking the corner of a derelict house,

My mind bathed with malicious thoughts and hate,

Tears of anger make rivers down my face

Did it have to be this way?

Slouched in a strange corner,

Clawing at my face,

Trying to escape from the detestation,

The revulsion within.

Did it have to be this way?

My back is full of knives,

My head is full of abhorrence,

Knuckles enveloped in a fine layer of blood,

Feet like a pin cushion,

Stuffed with broken glass,

From running away.

Did it have to be this way?

The End

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