A freckle on their chin.

Cuts hidden by hair.

Memories of sin

that are filled with despair.

Such small hands

when compared to mine.

All of us say,

"Yeah, man. I'm fine."

Gingery sex hair.

A crooked toothed smile.

Seeing life behind

black glasses for a while.

Clawed fingernails.

Bleached hair, and then red.

We are all the people

who wish we were dead.