Chapter 1
Everyone says it’s alright to be yourself.
But what if being ‘yourself’ isn’t quite normal at all?
Once she told me she loved me then
She came into my room every night I
pleaded with her to stop but,
with my arms twisted back she rode me
into the silence of the night… A single tear traced her porcelain face,
“Why?”
She asked.
She dug her nails into my skin and
She held my neck, veins running thin,
Choking, I see my life flashing by and just before I see the
Light, she collapsed with a heavy sigh.
“Why?” sobbed she while
I drew a long, heavy, breath.
Her hands, her hands, frail but never weak
Uncoiled themselves around I
She told me she loved me
She told me to stay
She told me she didn’t mean it but
The bruises and blights still remain clear as day
On my skin, so discolored, so battered
Gasp, they go, who did this to you?
I stare at them with empty eyes willing
The pain to fade away as from afar
She looked at me,
Pleading eyes, threatening eyes, loving eyes
I told them,
me.
But of course, they knew.
One can only be so foolish
Willingly so.
She smiled sweetly so like an
Angel
But angels are not all holy and
As tight as I think I’ve got my heart around her
I figured she has bound me to an eternity
Everyone says it’s alright to be yourself.
But why are they looking at me like so?
