black nails, black clothes, black infected heart <br />all he wants is a friend and a new fresh start <br />but everything he ever loved was destroyed and torn apart <br />hes disguised with fake smiles, he hides his true self in the dark <br /> <br />heart so full of hate, patience empty <br />he thinks to himself 'the devil must have sent me' <br />'my angels came to visit but my demons never left me' <br />he picks up the rusty blade he cuts so slow and gently <br /> <br />when the blood drips down he has a crazed adrenalin <br />he makes another slit and he sees the red again <br />the blade's his drug of choice its the only medicine <br />he knocks on heavens doors but gods not letting in <br /> <br />with a world so cold, hes about ready to explode <br />the snow hit his soul now his hearts frozen cold <br />will he ever care again? sadly nobody knows <br />will anybody notice the grief and pain he shows <br />it'll come to a point where he can no longer hold <br />rise against his pain open up and unload.<br /><br />Brandon Hoeg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pain-builds/
