Talking

Blood-13

I take a blade and slash my wrist, I feel the pain and clench my fist,

Once for being fat, again for being ugly and one more for just being me,

I close my eyes I blast my music I cut again, it's therapeutic,

I hear the front door and run to the bathroom, I wash the blood and start laughing,

I go to my room and sat on my bed, to let all the thoughts rush through my head,

I hear steps on the stairs and smell the stench of cigarettes, she bursts through my door and begins with the threats,

When she's done slurring words she grabs a belt, and whips it across my face leaving a welt,

She whips and whips until I beg her to stop, she calls me pathetic and gives a last stomp,

She leaves the room and I pick myself up off the ground, I walk to the mirror and I make a whimper of a sound,

I down the pills in medicine drawer and soon enough hit the floor,

Blood gushes out but I don't feel a thing except a slight pinch or sting,

I close my eyes but for the very last time,

My eyes water with tears...of happiness as I drift of into the darkness.

-Stay Strong.