Madness

When i get home it's late at night,
I'm black and bloody from my life,
I haven't time to clean my hands,
Cuts will only sting me through my dreams.
It's well past midnight as i lie
In a semi-conscious state.
I dream of people fighting me
Without any reason i can see.
In the morning i awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.
After eating i go out,
People passing by me shout.
I can't stand this agony
Why don't they talk to me?
In the park i have to rest