2I see him all the time,
He comes to my bed at night
And even follows me throughout my day
When I'm alone
He thrashes every single joy out of me
Then leaves me there to die
I lie here
hardly beathing
With wounds, gashes, and tears on my face
And yet, I continue to rise again
But he doesn't stop
He continues to haunt me day after day,
Moment by moment
The only thing I can do
Is take away the only thing he wants
Beat him to his only goal
So I sit here,
With the blade in my hands
I sit and reflect on the things he has done...
And as I sit and watch the blood stream from my body,
I am overwhelmed with sensation yet am crying
Sobbing...as I slowly fade to blackness