When I came to existence,
My mom told me black was bad.
When I went to school,
Ppl said black was diabolical.
When I saw around,
I saw that,
Black was often missunderstood,
just like I am.
Just Because I wear black,
doesn't mean I'm evil,
It just means I'm screaming for help.
I may look like everythings all right,
But I'm not all right.
I want someone who can see me,
I want someone who can find me,
I want someone who can hear me,
I want someone I can hear.
I want my salvition,
I need my hope,
I'm so sorry I whine too much,
But I can't stop myself
to say what I want,
is what I need.
I'm selfish,
I'm human,
I'm sorry,
But it's the truth.
I don't wanna be human,
I don't want to hurt people,
I want to help them,
But how can I,
When I need help too?
I'm sorry if I'm broken,
I'm sorry I can't be a nice person,
I'm sorry if I said things I don't meant,
But most of the time,
belive me, is not me.
Can I blame my mother for the way I am?
Can I blame my father for dying?
Can I blame my brother because he was never there?
Can I blame myself for blaming them?
Can I Hate my friends,
because they don't see me?
Can I Hate my best friend,
for wanting nothing to do with me?
Can I hate myself for hating them?
They thought I was broken,
And thus, they called me crazy.
They are not far from the truth,
Only that I'm not broken,
I'm shattered.
For me to remember:
Wanting right now:
Prisoner's Ball and Chain
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