-It’s repetitive now.
When they say the usual names
I can see it coming
And they hurt me the same
-Every day I receive
The same abuse
I get home late with bruises
And a pathetic excuse
-They say it will end
If you tell someone.
But they don’t understand,
I just can’t.
-I don’t understand
They chose to use my
Body as their punch-bag
I don’t know why
-They tear up my book
And they laugh in my face
They push me down
And say I’m a disgrace
-They say you’ll break free
If you let someone know,
But they don’t know me,
I just can’t.
-And it feels like I’m trapped
In a cold iron box
It’s wrapped in strong chains
And massive padlocks
-I arrive home and
I wipe away my tears
My mother is there,
With open ears
-But now it’s much too late
She would be in too much pain
So I tell her I really can’t explain
I just can’t.
-My mother is at work all day
So I decide to stay off school
I have an important thing to do
That would take me away from it all
-I stare at myself in the mirror
I am sallow and tired and grey
My fingers rest on the razor blade
Today will be the day
-I’m barely standing, shaking
As my blood drips down my wrist
The vital artery is broken
I know I won’t be missed
-As the world swims around me
I know this is my escape
I won’t have to live on this world any more
I can’t live through this pain any more
I just can’t.
