Unfortunate is the fate of the rejected,
Stuck with the feeling of being dejected,
World treats them like one’s sight is an eye sore,
Nobody left to hear one’s pleas for help no more,
What else can one do, but cry into the void,
And fake smile at the other faces one cannot avoid,
In this cycle of playing pretend, there comes a peak,
A dead end which eventually arrives, so to speak,
All those tears shed, could not empty the sadness well,
For now, it had filled to the brim, waiting to propel,
Failing to search for tears, which had dried out long ago,
One looks at one’s body to channel this propelling sorrow,
Where tears have failed, blood was made to flow,
Where fears have won, scars started to grow,
Punishing oneself for merely existing in this reality,
Where all one ever wanted was just some empathy,
But is instead abused and getting bullied for no good,
One would look to find solution by spilling their blood.