Simple Cure

Hiding in the darkness, staying out of sight.
No friends for comfort, only the comfort of the night.
Trying to avoid peoples' hateful glares, despising their cold deep meaningless stares.
No one ever tried to understand who you truly are, tearing and shredding the thing you hold, the thing they called a heart.
All the hurt and pain inside, making you kill, making you cry.
Pushing and shoving making you hate, not realizing the monster that they create.
No ever taking the time to see the real you, causing you to kill them all on random que.
If they'd had only taken the time to see who you really were, they would have saw a girl with a broken heart and dark depression whom only needed a simple cure.