Blood is all around me,
The screams are finally gone.
The screams were not because of the blade,
The one I drew across my wrists,
For they were screams of happiness,
But the screams that came before,
Before the blade touched my soft unbroken wrists,
Those were screams of anger and hurt.
Every body thinks my life is fine,
The ones that saw my cries for help,
The attention I drew,
They told me to get over it,
That there is nothing wrong with my life.
I am a mother of two without the unconditional love,
No one seems to understand,
That I had all the responsibility,
To basically raise my brother and sister,
Without the respect and love I needed myself,
So no one would here my inward screams,
My outward cries.
My mind matured faster than my body,
I am lost within myself I no longer here my own screams,
I have became a living zombie in my own life,
I needed to here my screams,
I needed to be loved but,
I realized that there was nothing left for me,
To love nothing left for me to scream over.
I though I would never find the answer but I did;
Now there will be no more screams, no more fear no more unhappiness
For I am free and living.
