Drip, Drip, Drip I hear liquid dripping. I turn to look at it, it's my own blood. He did it again, he slit my wrists. But only this time he set it up like I did it. I sit there half awake half asleep waiting for myself to run out of blood. I hear a door slam downstairs, "Oh god" I think to my self he's back again. But I hear someone screaming my name, a woman's voice. While I think about how nice it is to hear a soothing voice for the first time in a long time, I also think about how familiar the voice is. It's my sisters. I see a faint vision of her running into to room... then black. I wake up to the beeping of the technology in the hospital I'm in. I feel my face get red and hot. Why did she save me? I hate her for saving me. I scream for the nurse but, HE comes in. With a big teddy bear behind his back and he closes the door. I scream for help but, no one can hear me because he put the teddy bear over my mouth and nose to suffocate me. Then of course again... I see black.
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Too Late
PoetryI heard him screaming at me, couldn't make it out because his anger was so great. He cornered me. Next to me was a window, a large window. Big enough for 3 people to jump out of at the same time. I stare at it while he yells. When i turn back he sla...
