Inner Thoughts

Blood dripping from my hands,
Blood dripping from the heads of "were" loved ones,
"Friends", family,
They thought they were safe,
They realised they were wrong too late in their lives.

They didn't expect to see me when they opened their doors,
A knife in my hand and a smile on my face,
I woul of thought the smile would have given me away...
Shows how well they know me,
18 years at the most, and they never knew.

Didn't the self harm make them think?
What about the constant violence?
The bruises on my brothers?
The blood on the walls?
The seemingly random words scribbled on pieces of paper?

It's too late for them all now,
It was too late when they let me into their houses,
When they shut the doors,
Trapping themselves with a lunatic,
A madman with no conscience.

I look around, even more alone now,
I literally have no one,
But I don't care,
It's better this way,
No one can hurt me now.