so this is what it’s like to be the odd one out?
when i’m in a group picture i think about
“one of these things is not like the other.”
can you not tell that i need another
friend here to help me out of this
cold, dark, deep, damp, rugged abyss
known as life, know your strife
so grab a slice, not a knife
i don’t do that hardcore shit no more
i don’t bleed myself all over the floor
‘cause i have a friend now to sit by
she’s there every night as i sit and i cry
it’s great to know that there’s someone who cares
she hugs me and holds me and she’s always there
for me as i want to be dead
she tells me i should write her a poem instead
so here it is. i wrote it for her.
with love, to the space in the corner.