Good-bye tim

Brittle bones
sunken skin
little light
let in

its been days
I've been locked inside
my boyfriend is home
no place to hide

slams the door
screams my name
scars are healing
please, no more pain

curled up tight
against the wall
door flies open
I'm being dragged down the hall

body thrown
on the floor
skin is pale
joints sore

he strips me down
beer on his breath
i beg no
he yells yes

a year of this
i have no more fight
i will take the abuse
that lasts all night

time stands still
finally, he is done
walks to the drawer
pulls out the gun

I'm so tired
I'm so weak
i cant breath
i cant think

he kisses the barrel
smiles at me
i glare back
barley able to see

i grab the gun
hold it to my head
"ill pull the trigger!"
"i wanna be dead!"

he smile grows
joy in his eyes
"show me baby,
how you want to die"

i pull the trigger
thank god i did
I'm finally gone
no more Tim