• Awoken by a nightmare
    screams lodged in your throat

    Tears stream down your face as i walk
    each step is like a skock that you cant bare

    People simply laugh and stare
    they will never care

    Each night you think about things
    but no good seeps through

    Time after time you try to rise
    but never can you even get onto your feet

    Unable to stop the pain
    you reach towards a knife to dig it out

    Blood streams from your wounds
    no matter if they stop no scar will ever be enough

    To be normal is a test
    one can only try to chase after the rest

    Family will only make it worse
    as your mother takes to using her fist

    Black and blue are you now
    inside and out with nothing to do

    Each day is a fight you cant win
    but the battle is never done

    Until the day you put down the gun
    for that day the battle is done



    The moral is that life is never done that even you can put down the gun. No longer should you laugh and stare but it is time for you to care or in your life some one may go and it was your choice to let them go.