Words harm my soul 

This rigid edge no longer dull

The stinging pain numbs the true hurt

The insults in which you blurt

The thin red line that is drawn balances the physical pain

Those around me make feel like a spawn of Able and Cain 

To be myself is a sin

My hurt and suffering is rewarded with a faked grin

No one knows the true pain that I feel

Leave me be, let me fix myself so then I might heal

Save me please, I wish to no longer suffer 

My heart and being is merely fragile, help me to become tougher

Stop the hate and rage

I do not wish to end myself at this age