Bleed

Hit me,
Do I not bleed?
Just like you I bleed.
Yet you continue,

To kill me,
Beat me,
Bruise me,
Rip my heart.
I’m better off dead,
I’m no use to you here,
Get me out of your way.
Six feet under.
You can’t hurt me now.
Because I don’t bleed.

By @}- ~Black-Rose~

my life has taken a complete turnaround since i found myself as a goth/punk. most think its for worse. but as i sit here writing this i feel as if it is for the best.i may be a social outcast but i am happy deeply, not just on the surface.