I sit here in the darkness

Nursing my wounds

They may not be visible

But they are there

Nobody sees them

Or know they cause them

But I feel them

They are my pain

Affy, you cut me

Kyle, you slash me

Mike, you choke me

Edgar, you stab me

My mental pain

My mental suffering

My mental loneliness

It’s driving me mad

I still go on, acting

As though everything is grand

As if my life was perfect

How fluently I lie

Sometimes I am able

To fool myself

And believe I am happy

But then I know

Am I that misunderstood?

Am I that different?

Am I just in the way?

Am I loved?

Would I be missed if I die?

Would anybody notice?

Would anybody cry?

Would anybody care at all?

Possibly no to each

Nobody cares, nobody notices

This just adds

To my pain

The darkness draws me in

My defenses fall

The knife glints in the light

As it brings forth blood

The crimson fluid flows

Over my skin, down my body

I smile, grinning at my madness

Finally, I can escape my pain