I often find myself in rooms all black, expressing the pain inside me that hurts so badly.

Writing my soul down in black and white, ashamed of my weakness inside.

I ask for forgiveness, I ask for someone to love me, I get hate, and I get people who discriminate.

Am I a curse, an abomination to this perfect world destined to be alone?

In the shattered pieces of my life I'm left to swim, each memory cutting deeply within,

Bleeding, severing the only hope I had left