Cut me
Heal me
Wound me please.
Lash me
Whip me
Anything to hurt me
Love me
Hate me
Despise me oh please
I am so use to these things
It’s a daily routine
Cry myself to sleep
Opening my eyes hoping not to see you
You are thinking of new ways to hurt me
These scars aren’t fading
You are trying to do any healing
I am being washed away, while someone who loves me is waiting….
I keep my eye on the gun
I take it to my hide away
The only safe place in this household
My bathroom, it’s the only place with a lock
So I can tell myself my inner thoughts
Without me hit or accused or bruised
I look at the firearm I hold in my hand
Thinking of my last demands
My inner last thought is for you…..
For you to die and to go hell
Rot and plead for salvation
You aren’t going to be set free
No more recoveries
No more sad past time stories
Its just me and the handgun
I aim up the object up to my head
Sigh at the life I once led
This is the end
My only friend, the end
