I don’t know how long,
I have been running,
From what I can’t see,
With this constant screaming,
Inside of me,
I can’t look forward,
Can’t go back,
Living for the understanding,
In me they all lack,
No one knows me,
Or ever will,
And while most people,
Are alive to live,
I’m alive to kill,
I want death to the pain inside,
I can not run,
And I refuse to hide,
But every time I look for a reason,
To be strong,
I end up back where I begun,
Flat on the floor,
With a knife in my back,
Deeply sickened,
By the last attack,
Jumped from behind,
And beaten so bad,
With out so much as a warning sign,
I refuse to ask for help,
But I am alone,
I know it’s my fault,
But how can I do this on my own?