The Night of Understanding

All I do is wait for the night to come,
it is the only thing I can count on.
It understands me after all I have seen,
and after all I have heard.
The dark night brings hope,
the night brings safety.
I sit in this graveyard,
the people here are my friends.
They understand my feelings,
and know how it feels to be dead.
I always feel dead inside,
this is why they understand me.
This is where my only friends lay,
and this is my only home.
My home where I feel safe,
it is full of the dead.
This graveyard holds me,
it makes me feel loved.
The reason for this,
not much understand,
it is my understanding of the dead,
and there understanding of me.
See, this is my home,
the only home I know,
for I feel safe here,
for I am with the dead.
I would not be safe with them,
and by them I mean the living ones,
the ones that hurt me,
the ones that burn me,
the ones that hit me,
the ones that cut me,
and the ones that kill me.
They kill me,
for I am not understood,
not by the living.
I am feared by the living,
I am looked down on in shame,
I am an outcast in society.
I am shunned by this town,
and shunned by this world.
Just thought of as worthless,
as I know I am.
Who could love me?
Who could care for me?
No one could,
for I am lost.
My sole is lost,
lost beyond saving,
it has been crushed ten fold,
for I am not wanted.
No one could want me,
no one will look at me,
and I don't care.
I have always been alone,
and I always have been hunted,
wile I run from them,
I wounder,
why don't I let them get me,
cuz when they do,
they will run away from the sight,
the sight of me and my skin.
Now I am safe form them,
for I am in the graveyard.
The only place they can't get me,
the only place they fear.
I will spend the rest of my days here,
sitting and thinking.
And now that I look,
and now that I think,
there is a place for me,
a place I am loved,
and a place I am understood.
This is my place,
this is my home,
this is my family,
and this is my road.