More than tragedy

I sit in my kitchen, I sit on the floor,
I shake in fright, As someone opens the door,
I live alone, Yet someone comes in,
I think its the person who will punish me for my sins,
I hear a slight moan, I hear my breath shake,
I fear the night, They're is a long while before day break,

The floor is cold and so is the breath,
Of my punisher breathing on my neck,
I feel my heart split open,
As fear makes it's way,
I feel a sharp object begin my decay,
Blood jumps from my chest,
Onto the walls,
It rushes from my mouth,
I let my body fall,
I lay on the floor, I bleed myself dry,
My neck so weak, I softly begin to cry....