Walking into the mysterious darkness
That no one here can see.
Walking in with open arms
Some call it insanity.
Loneliness holds the knife
From which I bleed
And scars me carelessly
Laughing at my pleas.
Though I hold him captive
Inside of me everyday
He is the murderer
And I am his prey
With each tear that forms
A puddle on the floor
Another drop of blood is shed
To join the thousands more.
(age 14)
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