I run the bade across my wirsts watching silently as the blood runs down into the drain. My life ebbing away before my eyes. I don't bother to scream or cry in pain, because what is there to cry for? It gives me release and a freedom from the life I live.
I exit the bathroom and curl onto the bed I can hear him bellowing downstairs but I don't care, I lay there listlessly. He storms up the stairs and burts into my room yanking me from the bed by my hair and tossing me into the wall. I lay seeing stars not caring as he bares down on me with his fists and hands. My body doesn't respond anymore. Its too weak to. He's finally finished and I lay there as he walks out the door smirking
I'm sorry I couldn't be the best girl that you wanted
I'm sorry I couldn't be the perfect child
I'm sorry for hurting you and the others I hold dear.
I'm sorry...
