Stabbed

I don't know these
Faces, and
Theres thousands
Of them.

They're all holiding knives,
They all hate me.

I'm lost in a sea of
Strangers that
Hate me.

A thousand faces,
And they all have
Knives.

I feel stabbed and
Prodded, a thousand
Stabs, everyone looking
For a heart that was
Never there.

I feel alone.