Bitter blood runs down my skin
So many times I’ve tried to kill this pain
Keep quite and veil the shame
I used to put lines on my arms
He once put welts on my back
Pain for pain and scars I don’t lack
Keep silent, comfort with the knife
My eyes no tears would flood
My arms oozed with crimson blood
No one took notice of my cries
Silent screams in the night
They saw me and backed away in fright
My heart has been frayed
My emotions burnt
You have no idea how much I’ve been hurt
My soul burning out
Alone with darkness closing in
Cutting doesn’t count, but suicides a sin
Red trickling down my body
Stopping before death consumed me
Creating a certain morbid glee
I could escape to my world
I learned if I kept still
He could destroy my mind, my soul he couldn’t kill
After awhile I recovered
I escaped, moved on
The bruises on my body are long gone
My religion is my life
My mind is still in pain
Only the clown love keeps me sane
He will be the one bleeding this time
I vow one day to get him back
His sanity gone because of my torturing tact
I will not kill him
Though I wish to do so
For murder is also very low
He hurt me to a great extent
He doesn’t deserve to be alive
Though my sanity is spent my soul survived
