So much has happened. So much blood. So much for anything.

It has been about 2 weeks of tears, blood, pain, and coffee.

     After going back to San Antonio for a simple task of taking my stuff out of storage, and bring it back to Dallas.

  But nothing can go as planned in my life. It just wouldnt be natural.

                      And now nothing seems the same.

               Everything has taken on a darker light.

       A dull black glow.

                                        I can never go back now.

And there is my step-father never pausing to remind me of how useless I am.

          And how I am not any king of asset to anyone or anything.

                                               Then why the fuck am  I here at all?

  Why should I stay?                   But thats only when they happen to notice me at all!

I feel as if Iam invisable. They cannot see me, nor my so called "friends". Or even the mindless strangers I happen to pass on the dirty streets of this ghost town.

                  Funny.

                                      Normaly people scream when they see blood.

  No one seems to see my blood.

         Not the blood that constantly fills my mouth with that metallic taste.

There is blood on my face, and filling my eyes.

                      Running down my body in dark crimson rivers, never ending, never begining.

   It feels like silk as it slides down my arems in a warm bath of pain and memory.

          But noone sees it.

                        The morbid beauty of it all, the humor in it all.

                                                                                                           But I do.

~Blessed Be~                                                                                                           MisCatt