Why does he do this? Does he want me to die?
I keep asking myself why.
As he stands in my face I smell the whiskey.
Does he know what he's doing? Does he even care why?
I run to the bathroom to wash away tears.
And as I sit in the corner an idea appears.
I run to the windowsill and grab the blade,
then sit in the corner and start to shave.
I shave the lies and terror away,
and I can't help but think it will never go away.
After shaving past the fear and sorrow,
the crimson red rivers start flowing.
They flow to the floor and under the shower.
Can he see me? Does he still feel power?
I shave through one more layer of skin,
and as I lay down I remember thinking.....

Is this what I'm here for? Is this who I am?

I hear the sirens, but they don't come in..
to the world I've created through the thick and the thin.
This world of bloody waters,
has captured me again. (poems go here)