silence, walls frozen,
pitch black depths, no visibility,
A chilling breeze, blowing through the windows
Motionless, she lies in a puddle of life.
Deep gashes crossing her arms,
blood gushing uncontrollably
the rivers, they flow no end,
as her life slowly slips away from this world.
this room once filled with laughter,
is dead silent, not a word spoken,
left alone once again,
no one was there to stop her fall.
she learned to hold back her tears,
the home she once loved, turned to a jail,
constantly punished for nothing,
Bruised body from the blows inflicted by him.
life was meant to be better,
a new beginning, a new marriage, a new dad,
but this couldn't be real,
she was living a nightmare.
all anger and frustration taken out on her,
thrown at the walls she once loved,
now stained by blood,
which used to be hers.
she would be left lying alone,
knowing that this was because she was a bold girl,
"Only bold girls get punished" she would say,
"I must be better then he wont hurt me"
life never did get better,
she tried her hardest to be a good girl,
but it was always the same result,
another blow to the head, a new wound to behold.
one day she just couldn't take it,
she did not understand,
she thought she was a mistake,
a mistake that had to be fixed.
a knife became her friend, her life line,
she felt power,control, release.
the pain would go, she became numb,
she had to be better so she let the blood flow.
one day it became too much,
she tried to fight back,
he was touching her, this wasn't right,
she just wanted to die, let it all end there.
deeper, harder, further she pushed,
the blood flowing at a rapid pace,
she left a note, it read as follows:
"Mommy I'm sorry, i was a bold girl, i love you very much, I'm going to be a good girl, i cant hurt you anymore, its better this way, IL miss you . . ."
To the angels she flew,
the small limp body sprawled on the floor,
silence filled the room,
the only noise to be heard,
was the drip,drip as the blood flow came to a halt.
