Blood drips from the freshly open
Wound
Crimson liquid flows down the china white
Wrist
Tears streamed down the teenage boys
Face
Ivory white & ever so fragile
Just like a china doll
Memories from his past
Straight running through his
head
Another day, same old shit,
How much more can he take from
The people that are meant to be closest to him
Paranoid & insecure, nothing he can
Do about it, just something
He has got to live with
Nobody wants him.
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