Tears they fall to the ground
but all you see is this sad sad frown
hidden behind long dark hair
all you people do is stare.
Black is what I happen to wear
not accepted, lifes not fair
I keep to myself, its better that way
as you walk but, you assume I'm gay
I am a burden to life itself
someone just for you to shove into the shelf
for every cut, there is a story
and one of these days you will be sorry
Blood it drips thick and dark
what, you can't notice this mark?
I am visible, can't you see?
feels to me as if I am finally free
All these unhappy tortured years
hidden behind these painful tears
dark red blood all over my skin
you now leave me alone with my sin.
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Holy shit.. your work is powerful Kristina.
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