Madman's home

i got back from the outside, locked the door and put my ray guns and gernades down
i moved the bangs out of my eyes and looked myself in the mirror, getting angry and punched the glass. i knew a way of not hurting urself when doingthat but sometimes like now i let it cut my skin
i walked in the kitchen and looked at the pictures of me and my family, a time when i was actualy happy
"look at me now" i said to myself " a 27 year old man living alone" i walked into the living room and put on a my chemical romance cd