You walked,
out the door,
whistling blissful tunes.
Back into your,
“normal life,”
your award winning façade.
You play the part,
oh so well.
You got your,
fix,
didnt you?
With each delicate,
careful movement,
you sliced my flesh,
deeper.
Those walls,
forever hold,
the memories,
of my screams.
If only they knew,
the ones in your,
precious fake world,
that with you,
you took,
those last vital,
drops of blood.
That seeped from my veins,
into the once chalk white carpet,
now a deep crimson.
You left me,
lifeless.