No more nightmares

I lay on my bed,
my head on my old pillow,
and try to keep my eyes closed,
for just a little while.

I hope sleep will
come to me soon.
I might even dream
about something weird.

If only I didn't feel
all the pain from before.
When the beatings came,
and the blood came out.

The scars are still there,
to remind me to be good.
To be quiet and still,
and to keep my hands to myself.

Hopefully sleep will come,
and I can dream a little.
Maybe I won't wake up,
or die in my sleep.

Maybe I should just
kill them all in the night.
Slit their throats open
while they dream their dreams.

They'll never touch me again,
hit me, or cut me.
Make me do those dirty things
with their old, ugly, friends.

I think I should just
cut my wrists in the night.
I could die in my own bed,
and never see their faces again.

No more nightmares,
or bruises on my skin.
I could be free at last,
and not be afraid to live.