The Perfect Suicide

Thrash!!! His fist hits my face
Then he locked me out in the cold
For every scar thats on my wrist
Has a story to be told.

I try to get away
He comes running through the door
He grabs my wrist, I turn away
And he hits me more and more.

He grabs my hair and drags me in,
Then shoves me in my room
He locks the door and walks away,
Will he come back soon?

He drags me down the hall
Then he goes to the draw
He grabs something out
Then throws me to the floor

His hands behind his back
What the hell has he got?
He starts to smile then he laughs
Im shaking an awful lot.

His smirking is really scaring me,
From behind he pulls a knife
And puts it to my neck
Is he going to take my life?

He takes off my clothes
Then throws me to the floor
I plead with him to stop
This pain I cant take no more,

He is having the time of his life,
Watching me in pain
As he continues hurting me
To him my life is just a game

After he is finished
He drags me down the hall
I ask what is wrong with him,
He slams me through the wall.

He says Im nothing but a who,re,
Im nothing but a sl,ut
He grabs the knife up off the floor
And puts it through my gut.

He sees the blood and smiles,
Hes happy with what he has done
He runs off to his room
And comes back with his gun.

Hes not satisfied enough
He points the gun and aims at me
There is nothing I can do
BANG!!!! He drops the gun and flees.

I get up off the ground
And get to the phone.
I call my mum and dad
But no one there is home.

Before I know it, I see a light
Am I really dead?
Has he really killed me?
Or is it all in my head?

Before I know it Im awake
Iâ??m actually alive
My mum is sitting by my side
I didnt want to survive.

I get home and think about,
What he did to me,
I grab rope from out the shed,
And tie it to a tree.

All I can think about
Is the times he lied
I tie the rope around my neck
The perfect suicide.