Knife.

"There is something,

That exists;

A knife,

Sharpened,

It creeps towards my veins,

Towards the source of my pulse."

"There is nowhere,

To belong,

The mess in me,

Is too much to go on,

Too tangled to share,

Only I alone can bear,

And even then,

Maybe I could not."

"There is silence,

In the depths of my soul,

Where I wished for a song,

But somewhere there it is cold,

Where I once thought I was bold."

"There is no one,

Who understands,

They did not,

They would not,

And if now they do,

They could not,

It is too much,

It is too late."

"There is no cure,

I am too impure,

Imperfect,

I am too jaded,

Scarred,

I will only be a bother,

Dragging you far,

Down to the pit,

Where I am reluctantly heading,

Yet there's nowhere else I'd rather be,

Because where else would accept me?"

There is pain in this world,

These the cries of the people,

With the happiest smiles on their faces,

The best actors of all ages past.

I once believed,

These words and sayings,

"No one likes you,

No one will ever like you,

Because you're too annoying,

You're too sensitive".

This may sound surreal,

And even cliche,

But God found me,

When I was seeking Him,

And then I knew,

I no longer wanted to stay blue,

Wetting the pillows every night,

Hiding from people every day,

I wanted to be different from then,

Because I've found out that,

My Creator,

Loved and accepted me,

Still loves and accepts me,

Even when I fail,

Again,

And again,

And again.

The only thing though,

Was to seek,

And believe,

What had I to lose?