There comes a time when we waste away
What will you do before decay
"Do it"
Heavy breathing and the shake of the trigger hum under the shallow gasp
"Do it!"
"School, home, people I just can't."
Drops of sweat trickle down her forehead and around the barrel
Inner problems
We all have them
Some we can't resolve
Others tend to evolve
An intense pressure is relieved as skin meets blade
It's almost uplifting
She can feel the blood curve around her wrist and drip
1 slice more
2 slices more
" I'm not a ***** I'm not I'm not "
Blood and tears meet in the sink and mix to a sweet elixir of life that Will never be tasted
More liked under lived and wasted
Pain
How so crude and pleasant
Inflicted and delivered
Physical and mental
Who and where
Doesn't the situation matter
Do you care
" SHUT UP!"
The echo stopped suddenly
"You little *******, that's why your dad left "
A Sharp pain shot through the little boys' heart
An angered response
" It's not my fault he hurt you "
A bottle flew across the room cracking the boy in the face
The sound of broken glass filled the room
" STOP TALKING, do you know what I"
" WHAT THE ****"
the boy shocked holding his bleeding head started to mumble
" you said you said you said "
The mom stunned and dumbfounded just stared awaiting a loud response
" You said YOU SAID YOU'D NEVER HURT ME"
The mothers' eyes widened in shock in fear
" YOU LIER, YOU DON'T LOVE ME. I HATE YOU"
the boy ran out the house, the house was silent after the boy shut the door until a screeching car followed by an oh my god
The mother then realized
We all have a time
A time to give
A time to go
Pain is a crime
We feel it to live
The struggle has flow
Tick tick tock
Tick tick tock