Watching them go again and again

My mind goes back to where it began

Yells and curses, that never haves a end.

I curl into a ball, hoping for time to pause

As the door gets slammed I’m greeted by silence..

Until I hear the cries that fall from her eyes

“I’ve had enough. I’m through with it all.”

She leaves us-no, me alone once again.

Sitting in my corner that I’ve grown so used to,

I feel the liquid drip from my wrist.

Is this my only way to exist?

I wipe my tears with bruised fists,

Wincing at my numbing limbs.

My pain, my suffering is private from public eyes

I hate sharing my weakness inside.

Supposedly friends and family ask me what's on my mind.

“Why won’t you speak?”

I just shake my head and keep my mouth closed tightly.