In the darkness of my room I'm standing up against the wall. nothing around, just saddness and fears. i look down and realize i'm standing in a puddle of blood wondering what happened? what did i do that was so bad to the point of them leaving their mark on my body, their mark of blue and black. Each time they leave their mark i put my own mark over theirs wishing one day they'll realize what theyre doing to me, and wishing that someone will save me from this torture chamber. Every day tears roll down my badly marked body. i can't keep fighting and pretending everythings okay, because the fact is each time they leave their mark on me the closer i get to death.
