A Moment to Feel

Living an Unlivable Life

You wake in the morning,

Your eyes and face are stained with last nights tears.

Your pillows and blankets are stained with last nights blood.

Your wrists are crusted with last nights cuts.

Your face is full of dark makeup that has smeared.

And your heart is still screaming from all the pain.

You make your bed,

hiding it all under the top cover.

You get dressed,

pulling your sleeves over your new cuts.

You put makeup on to hide all the bruises.

You go on your way to school,

walking alone.

You act as though your happy.

You laugh with your friends,

and you do your work quietly.

Teachers adore you,

Friends love you.

Nobody would ever think that when you get home tonight,

you will be beaten for supper being burnt,

or when you go to lay in bed,

you'll be joined.

And it doesn't matter how loud you cry,

Your moms probably passed out on the couch,

or still at the bar.

Once your alone,

you just want to be gone.

Leave everything where it is,

and fly away to somewhere better.

But for now,

your tears fall,

and your blood drips,

as you cut deep into your skin.

You know you can't go on this way.

That's when you do the deepest cut,

it feels the best as the blood pours out,

so you do it again,

and then again.

Until you lie down feeling weak.

Your tears stop falling.

You close your eyes.

You wait for...

THE END.

~JescaRose.