Cid

ummm first branch of a teen who harms himself for the likes of others

Glass covered eyes, reflected a shear pain. Tainted, black color liner extract from that pain. And chains that chime from his pants as he walks dimly and alone. Alone down a dark stretched hallway that led to a no where. The songs and poems that rhyme from a trembling hand that cries. “Another blood kissed wrist this night” those voices choir. He will feel again tonight as he wonders about is humanity. Asking himself “how can I look at another sunrise when I have to live like this? He will sit there and wait, for another scar-stretched beating or another glass cut scaring a heart even so fragile? Abused by an alcoholic mother and dreading from a deceased father.

Tonight his stereos will blare the sound of death to cover the sound of the drops deleting the numbness. Covering a noise of agony.

“For her” he will keep telling himself.