Pain

I'm laying on my bed,
listening to the words,
the sounds of my parents yelling.

This is not a nightmare,
this is the truth,
this story in which I'm telling.

My parents don't talk,
or show any affection,
it's no wonder i block everyone out.

I try to make them talk,
try to make it okay,
but still they continue to shout.

My life is a mess,
I've got nothing left,
and nowhere else to go.

So i stay here for now,
wondering why,
you both let your anger show?

I try to contain my anger,
and everything left inside,
so i write it all in a list.

Why I'm so sad,
and can never be happy,
and why i slit my wrist.

I do it cause,
it heals my pain,
while i watch my own blood run.

Razor in my hand,
pushed onto my vein,
least it's better then a gun.

It cuts down deep,
the blood is gushing,
i look at it and smile.

Down to my fingers,
dripping from the tips,
it goes like this for a while.

It's never-ending,
it just keeps going,
when will this pain stop?

I'm feeling faint,
everything's dark,
i feel my body drop.

I open my eyes,
and see my body,
i know that i am dead.

My mum walks in,
she bursts into tears,
it seems she was mislead.