Cold

                                                                              

I find myself
Find myself standing in this room
This room where I go
I Go to the drawer
The drawer with my friend
My friend, shinny sharp and cold
And cold like this world
This world which shuns me
Shuns me for who I am
I am me and nothing more
Nothing more I will be soon
Soon it will be all over
Over and over their hateful words echo
Echo through my mind
My mind no longer tolerating this life
This life that has been empty
Empty my soul is now
Now to take my friend
My friend sliding smoothly across my skin
My skin parting to show the blood
The blood pouring out
Pouring out leaving me feeling cold