I always want to cry.
It gets so bad that I slowly die.
There is just so much pain.
It wont stop even with a sharp blade to my vain.
I got to watch the blood as it slowly spilled out.
I never even had to shout.
I felt numb, maybe the monster had gone.
I was dying, but finally I was done.
I felt happiness no pain, no shame.
But the sad part of it all was I was saved and I was to blame.