It's dark here, dark in my mind.
But it's my own realm, my own safe haven.
Opposed to out there. Where all I can do is serve as a punching bag.
Crying out in fear and pain, but no one bothers to stop him.
Is he enjoying this? I wonder.
Beating me until I can't walk, telling me to die, reminding me how pathetic I am? Becuase my family does that too. It's really not necessary.
He makes every day at school hell, just because I like boys instead of girls.
The silver blade is my only friend, you know. It lets me live in reality, even if just for a second.
Death, are you listening? Watching?
Waiting for me to finally get enough courage to cut deep enough? End it all?
Don't worry.
I'll be there soon.
Leaving this horrible world.
