• Grasping for air as the blood runs down my face.
    As if I deserve this, they act as if I am my own disgrace.
    The essential pain that I nor can handle.
    I scream for my life, see my surroundings, the burning candles.
    I prayed for help, I wanted a change.
    But I get the opposite that I ask for, not the peace but the pain.
    As my eyes open from being swelled.
    I always hoped that I could have dealt.
    From all the marks, and all the brouses.
    I tried and I failed, that’s my last and final conclusion.