The hated name

Ruby red stains of mercy
remain on my heart of gold
shattering my life to an end
bringing me to my beginning mold.

A mold of hate and anguish
the mold of self-despair
screaming from the inside
from a world of much needed repair.

Broken hearts need fixing,
mending at the soul,
sewing up every inch of me,
just so I can be whole.

I start bran new,
with a heart full of cheer
starving for attention
from the one who holds me dear.

Silently screaming,
breaking down inside
ending her life
with a gun oh so near.

Blood spilt all over the stair
as I tumble down in shame
breaking every inch of life
this is no longer a deadly game

ending my life in sorrow,
a world of bitter pain
kissing sweet goodbye
to this world of a hated name.