Every night he would be there,
Under my bed,
He would make noises,
They weren't in my head,
I was scared at night,
This wasn't right,
I had enough,
I walked down stairs,
And grabbed a knife,
I thought for a moment,
And then made up my mind,
I would kill myself
End this torture,
I made a line down my wrist,
It hurt alot
But soon I would be dead,
I dropped to the floor,
And closed my eyes
And then it was over.
