When a lively room falls silent as you enter through the door .

Maybe i'm the one they hate , i don't know if i can wait .

Each day i pass by not even greeted .

I start to assume i wasn't needed .

why do i even exists ?

My heads spinning i'm definitely not winning .

The thought race , am i a waste of space ?

My stomach is turning and my hope is burning .

The pain is a relentless type of rain its pours yet i cant see the cause .

Prevention is better than a cure if only i knew that before.

Out of harms way that should make it okay .

Day after day i lose the power to stay .

So i pick up the blade to create a wound .

Find a spot in the shade for my pain to fade .

I cant clean the stain on my sleeves quick enough !