The forgotten shadow

by Sofia
(USA )

Bloody and bruised I lay waiting for heaven for this life has been hell. My knuckles sting as I engrave the one thing that I believe in with a knife-hate.
Is hate just my fate?
Why must it be me?
As I lie awake wishing It were me.
Dead and alone, nothing more.
I take a stab to the heart.
And boy, has that left a mark.
Yet I only wish for one thing-
it's Not the bling.
Nor to be part of that fling
I wish to be known as on just one thing:
nothing but a shadow.
Even less, a forgotten shadow