My Murder

I live in a world as an analyst,
Always searching for pure perfection,
Living in a world empty and blank,
In a life with only painful affection.

Bruises and marks on my skin,
Pain that never will cease,
Because I’m doomed to live in a place called earth
I'm locked away from all peace.

So many scars that cut me so hard,
And they are the type that never will heal,
Because cuts left inside aren't cured with a kiss,
But that doesn't make it any less real.

I fell so hard, but did you pick me up?
Give me a hug or shake off the dust?
No you left me to be abused and hurt,
You left my body to rust.

I scream for help, but it's smothered away,
By a cushion placed over my face,
Struggling for air, just about to die,
But nobody comes to this place.

It gets harder everyday to cope with this,
You don't care as I'm getting pushed further
I'm wondering if anything will open your eyes,
Or is he getting away with my murder?