You can't see but the
blood is dry beneath my skin

My chest explodes
with every breath I take in

I need relief
from this pain I feel

I'm all out of hope
for any chance to heal

I believe at birth
I was stamped condemned

Given a soul
with no measures to be hemmed

I keep praying
for a place to belong

But who wants to love
a person made all wrong

I feel ashamed
holding this knife...