Whispers

The wind drags voices towards my ears
of giggles, laughs, the noises of my fears
i speed up my pace to try to get away
try to think of ways to make them pay
for making me run, making me cry
for me think of the best way to die
but all i do is hurry and try to flee
and get out of reach of their misery
only 2 blocks to go before I'm safe indoor
each step i take feels like a thousand more
i can still hear them as i reach for my key
lurching inside and banging my knee
the kitchen is full of their leering faces
as i look out the window for their receding paces
i turn on the tap to get a drink of water
i spit it back out, it tastes just like mortar
sprinting up the stairs tears flooding from my eyes
thinking of all the long forgotten lies
twist on the taps and get in the shower
the water beating me down like a useless flower
collapsing down onto my aching knees
i reach out my hand for an answer to my pleas
my hand grasps round a sharp razor blade
all my hurt and my anger starts to fade
scoring the blade across my weakening flesh
releasing my feelings to start again fresh
each slice is an escape from the outside world
i drop the blade and hug my legs already curled
water still pounding but i no longer hear
a black figure in the corner, death is near

this is written for Nikki, about a story she once told me...