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Crimson Knife

I walk as a ghost,
A shadow to most.
Nobody loves me,
Nobody needs me.
Should I go?
Will anybody know?
Will anybody care,
If I am not standing there?
I don't smile,
I haven't for a while.
My eyes are empty,
My soul is empty.
I am left hollow,
With no air to swallow.
I drown in my tears,
Weighed down by my fears.
Crimson Knife,
Threatening my life.
Trickling down the blade,
With pain.
Paid for what you did,
You left this kid.
In a thousand pieces they think I am crazy,
But their sights are hazy,
They don't see,
The things that kill me.
If you could see what was wrong,
Then you could see how strong,
I really am.
I lay alone,
Wishing someone would phone.
Time flies by,
The sun passes through the sky.
I don't move,
I can't prove that I am alive.
I am just some stupid kid,
Who can't help what she did.
How I deal with my pain,
Gives you nothing to gain.
For mocking me,
So leave me be,
Leave me the heck alone.
I walk as a ghost,
A shadow to most.
Nobody loves me,
Nobody needs me.





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