Wake

She sits in a corner all alone,
crying as she cuts her wrist.
She repeats to herself "down the street not across", as the blood drips on the floor.
Her mom comes home, late once again with a new guy. AS she tries to to stop her tears she hears her mom yelling ans screaming down the hall. When the noise dies down she whimpers out loud, not knowing that he was there. He comes into the room with a grin and pays no attention to her screams and yells as he forces her to bed. Her mom never woke when her daughter needed her the most, and now her blood is on her mothers hands.