I lay here
i wait
my heart beating fast.
how long can this
suffering last?
how many times must i see this
in my head?
how long must i
lay here on this bed?
too weak to move
from the blows Ive been dealt
how is it possible to
live in this hell?
the ones who should love me
are the source of my pain
they play with my emotions
a sick, sadistic game.
Ive only known pain
this ghastly routine
i hide it away
for no one to see.
as i lay here
wishing solace from tears
it plays again in my head,
only this time
its dyed in red.
