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