Written in blood

Fighting to exist, holding back the urge to open up my wrists, 'N bleed my heart on a page, hoping one day they'll see how I'm made, 'N understand me, to realize who I can be, take a stroll through my mind, Find out why half my life I've been blind, worth less than a dime - to humanity, worth nothing by the amount of lies they hand to me, spoon fed in the dark, where I can't see the depths of the evil in there heart, conniving and sadistic, the blackness of there beings grieving me with sickness, deceived by our shadows, breathing down our necks showing us how to - betray our hope, in a neck tied around our throat, lets hang one last time on the thoughts of love, RETHINK as we put down the gun and look above, 'N face Jesus... ©James Matthews