Sitting her all alone,
I feel like someone who looked at medusa’s snakes.
Frozen, cursed in stone
My mind is racing,
I feel like everyone hates me.
Mum, dad, even my mate’s brother jimmy.
My eyes are locked to no dismay,
They’re fixed to my knife, locked away.
“why am I here?” I wonder why,
I am breathing. When I could be dancing in the sky
In pain, routines and quotes work like paper mug,
When all I really need is a hug.