The Battlefield

I'm sitting on my floor,

Thinking of nothing

But the blade on my desk.

The object won't stop calling my name.

My dad, won't talk to me.

My mom, disappointed.

My friends, I don't know.

My vulnerability is not by my side.

Me, I'm just lonely,

I can't do anything but nothing.

So why wont this blade stop calling my name?

I will soon find out,

In this battle I call my life.