Death
Sitting in the chair
Feeling like I’m gonna slip into unconscious
Wondering when the abuse will stop
New day brings more pain and new bruises
No one to hear me scream or my cries for help
Being sexually abused by my mother’s boyfriend
She doesn’t believe me.
She doesn’t care.
Being told that I should be dead
Wishing they would kill me already
Walking into my bathroom after he raped me yet again
Taking a shower to get the feeling of him off me
Walking into my closet size room
Picking out my best dress, letting my hair air dry
Walking back into my bathroom
Taking 10 random pills
Walking into the living room
Sitting on my father’s favorite chair
Getting dizzy and sleepy at the same time
Seeing the bright light
Letting it overcome me.