Alone

All alone
In a small dark room
No where to run and hide
No one to hear you cry

Nothing to do
Just to wait till its all over
All of your fears come at you
Punching, grabbing, pulling, kicking
Bruises form

Scratches appear
Everything they've said or done
Builds up inside of you
Bit by bit with each passing day

The room gets smaller
The pain get worse
Tears turn to rivers down your cheek
Scratches turn to cuts

Cuts turn to scars hidden from everyone
Pain creeps away with the blood in your arm
As the knife moves from side to side

Deeper and longer
The more you cut
The more you bleed
The more you feel free