Black Is My Friend

I know that I am
One of the lonesome
I'm confused, impure
And overall unwholesome

But just when I
Thought I was whole
The friends I thought I had
Deprived me of a soul

When I went to them
Crying like a madman
They all looked at me
They didn't understand

Whether it was my dismay
That made them turn on me
I'll never understand
Why they couldn't see

How much more obvious can I get
When my arm pours out my cries
In the form of my blood
I dream with open eyes

I watch the world fly by
Watch time elaps, twist, and turn
I feel only the pain that's in my head
No scratches, no scars, no pain, no burn

My life seems way too long
I know I can't take it all
I want to scream so badly
But I'm lost in the my black fall

Everyone may think
That gothic is a trend
So it may be
But black is my friend

I wear the black
So in the shadows, I'll be accepted
I wear these long sleeves in the summer
Because I don't want to be detected

And when it comes
To the coldness of December
My reliance upon myself
I will always remember

Darkness now kills
Every inch of my heart
Swallowing it whole
I'm back to the start.

*Sorry, I wrote this a long time ago, I just found it and thought I ought to post it...I wrote it around the time I first started to cut....half a year ago or something.*