Caitey's writings REDUX

[NautilusWolf]

It must be fun to sit up high on your throne,
As I fade away into the darkened masses.
Constantly reliving the worst pain I've ever known,
The cuts run deep.
I never expected anyone to bother,
No one will acknowledge me
 for I am a creep.
My bitter and misunderstood existence is nothing short of pathetic,
I assure you.
Not much good comes from the bent barrel of a gun,
Only self destruction.
Like a cog with a chipped tooth,
I don't work best with others.
Always bombarded by my past,
A reminder to my slain youth.the teeth grinding against others,
Hard to accept something so different.
Nobody will even read this.
I'm nobody to most,
Somebody twisted by the few.
If you're reading this,
I hope you don't hurt the way I do.