Broken Bottles and Guitar Picks
Sprawling on the cold harsh floor
Surrounded by broken glass
Covered in cuts and bruises
Weeping silently
Wishing for someone
Something
To come save me
He stands over me
Staring down at me with scorn
He grabs my hair
And drags me through the house
My knees knock painfully together
And on the floor, as he drags me upstairs
I wish for death
Fearful for my life
I clutch a bottle
I tried smashing it over his head
I miss
He turns around
He stares at me
With unholy fire in his eyes
Blood fills my mouth
I beg for his forgiveness
He grabs my gown
And rips it off
He pins me down
I scream
He strikes me
I go still
I beg for death to take me away
I hear the sweet sound of a guitar
I'm surrounded by broken bottles and guitar picks
Make it stop
Someone, please save me
I go on throughout my life
Donning a smile
Covering the cuts and bruises
With long sleeves and excuses
I walk through the halls
Kids point and stare
I shrink deeper into my hoodie
I sit alone
Wanting to never leave
I have a house, not a home
Not anymore
Lies have become the second nature to me
"I'm fine"
When I'm actually hurting
"It was an accident"
When it was a deliberate punishment
"I don't know"
When the answer is actually,
"Yes and please save me"
I pull my turtleneck higher
To cover the bruises
I would give anything
To be able to wear short sleeves
But the bruises would invoke worry
And I would be punished
I feel caged in
Like there's no escape
I'm surrounded by broken bottles and guitar picks
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