Maybe

Yes, I'm different
Mainly wear black
Different colored eyes
Fears I lack

I can hardly feel pain
My eyes, they glow
But I never seem to let
The real me show.

You don't know a thing about me
Not a single thing
When your life's bad
To me you cling.

I'm always there
To help you through
But where is the love
The love from you?

I apologize instantly
When things go wrong
Yet sit in my room
And write sad songs

Poetry about death
Suicide and crime
When there is movement
It races through time.

Everything goes fast
The days rush by
And in the dark, I find myself
Thinking of ways that I could die.

The poetry and songs
Relieve my pain
As well as the razor cuts
Maybe I've gone insane?