You're Done

Those were the very last words he spoke
i sleep on the floor, my floor, next to my bed
what the hell is going through my head?
he passes out
i pick up his drunken body
take off his sweat drenched clothes
cover him up
i need a release
just wanna feel
while he slumbers
i dragged the long, sharp blade blade across my skin
no tears, and no blood
still, i feel nothing
standing in a hot shower
waiting for the hottest water to burn my wounds
still...nothing
so, back on my floor i go
a hard, cold floor is where i must rest my weary head
this is the last time
i stand up, poke his limp body a few time's and say
you gotta leave!
as mean as ever..he wakes
spitting venom at me like a snake
I've had all i can take
i can not, will not watch you drink yourself dead
now, he is gone, and i am back in my bed