The Changeing

I take a quick look,
Turning 'round and 'round.
Making sure no one's had a see,
At what I'm about to be.

Once a month this happens,
Exploding into a whole new creature.
One I barely know at all,
And everyone thinks doesn't exist.

I don't know, nor remember, who changed me.
I assume s/he was smart,
To have tried this out on me.
Why else would they?

I get down on my knees,
Kneeing till it hurts.
And....
Pray.

I pray for my friends,
Family,
The whole world really.
But most of all,
I pray for me.

I pray to get better,
Not to hurt anyone again.
I pray for my soul.
And I pray I don't take my life.

Life's so hard,
I can't handle it anymore.
Bullied at school,
In pain at home.

I look around once more,
No one, not a soul.
Slipping out a knife,
I hold it up to my throat.

*swish*

It's all over.
I fall onto the altar,
Dead, gone forever from my mortal life.
At the place that's benn more of a home to me,
Than my actual home had ever been.