the story of he black sheep

"every thing i hold dear only leaves from my side im left with only darkness to keep me company as i wall in my life i no longer fear the darkness" what good is someone that no one see's. to become a Gothic is something to divert the pain. i run in hoods afraid of what i see afraid of what to say the most i can do is sit back and hope not to be seen. it is not inadvisability. i did not ask for this. i am treated as an out cast i only sit and wait for something to find me only it never dose. im yet so kind i can never be seen. so i sit in the darkness and hide thrown to the wolfs of my own pack as if i was a fresh kill, and yet still im not seen as if i have a disease. i call out but even i can't here my self so i smoke in security to drowned the pain. and after results come back and im marked with that black spot called cancer i cry alone in my room with no one to help. i reach out for a friend only to have it stabbed by every one i meet. you wander why i sit alone and whisper to my self i hardly eat. and i see things differently. try stepping in my place and maybe you will under stand my fear and my ways. one can only hope for this world mine is slowly dying


sighed rena.barker
P.S i hope for the best of every one that reads this