I grab for my small black case
I pull out the knife
I put it to my wrist
And let it slide.
Watching the blood spill,
All over the sheets,
Letting out only a small cry
As I cut again and again.
Its all like an adrenaline rush
Only feeling the first one.
I'm already numb. His bruise already showing.
I walk to the mirrior,
Pull up my shirt, bruises there too.
Drunken father always hitting me
Always fighting with my mother.
Hitting each other. It never stops.
I go back to my bed. And cut more.
I cry more. Hoping the yelling will stop soon.
The blood stops flowing, and I leave my room.
Showing my parents what they make me do.
My mother screams. But my dad yells and hits me again.
I walk into my room, grab the knife, and walk back out.
As I stare at them, I begin to cry, and I drag the knife down my arm.
The blood flows again.
When I wake up, unsure of where I was...
I look around and see that I am just out of the ER room
And almost too soon, I was off to get help.
I pull out the knife
I put it to my wrist
And let it slide.
Watching the blood spill,
All over the sheets,
Letting out only a small cry
As I cut again and again.
Its all like an adrenaline rush
Only feeling the first one.
I'm already numb. His bruise already showing.
I walk to the mirrior,
Pull up my shirt, bruises there too.
Drunken father always hitting me
Always fighting with my mother.
Hitting each other. It never stops.
I go back to my bed. And cut more.
I cry more. Hoping the yelling will stop soon.
The blood stops flowing, and I leave my room.
Showing my parents what they make me do.
My mother screams. But my dad yells and hits me again.
I walk into my room, grab the knife, and walk back out.
As I stare at them, I begin to cry, and I drag the knife down my arm.
The blood flows again.
When I wake up, unsure of where I was...
I look around and see that I am just out of the ER room
And almost too soon, I was off to get help.
