What right do you have to come into my room at night

To put your Hand up my skirt

rub your hand on my leg

and tell me what I like

To hurt me bad down between my legs

To hide when momma comes

to tie me up and gag me

wait for me to go limp like a doll without a backbone

Momma said that my legs were long

But not strong enough to fight you off

"Answer Me"

 I yell as a tear roll's from my cheek and on my lips.

Into a room of bleak revaltion

no one to tell me what to do no one to tell me what's right 

I did what I was asked 

but I'm the only one who's left 

rolling in a pool of my own sorrows 

yelling at a voice that nobody else can hear.

"goodbye my dear"

" Alice get up," My mum said. This was one of the few day's when she was truly here.

I loathe those days.

You're going to be late, for the beginning of the end of the beginning? No, end! Err beginning. You know what I mean, just wake up!

Her latino accent shoulders comfortably on her words, Now one of the only things I enjoy about her.

A thousand year ago my mother was here all the time and all her demons were dead and I felt more for her than revulsion and pity.

At least before he left she actually tried to stop; Now she tries to hide it while working extra hours. But after Dad left I learned a few things it's hard to hide bottles and even harder to hide scars. Also, things change since the time I was five, now that I look back on it, we all were different in the years when we were young. so pure and innocent. When I look back I even thought I could be something more that I wouldn't have to be a scam on the streets of New York City. So It really not my fault I have scars up and down my arm caused by razors in my fingertips. Or when I dream At night with a rope twisted around my neck Hanging from the chandelier in the front room.

What I know now 

is what I'll Alway's remember

and can't ever forget.

Lately I've been Feeling empty inside

the world left and went on without me

lately I've been wanting cry, More like wanting to bleed.

Drip, Drop Goes the serum sliding down my wrist.

On the lovely white carpet where the hound slept,

When I look In the mirror and All I see is filth,

Whenever I cut I never go up,

Just left to right,

day and night,

Watching the blood fill up and spill over,

the heat is gone and I can relax.

Waiting for another stupid day to pass,

More Obnonix kids to laugh,

More rejection to encounter,

More rumors to attempt to slaughter,

But It doesn't really matter as the truth unveils;

I guess that what happens when your in the line of sight,

Of harsh judgemental school Kids Eyes,

If People read this They think I need Remedy,

but what they don't Know is that this is my solution,

Maybe there is something wrong with my newly found revolution,

When I cut I never scream I just wait for the blood to bleed,

So I lay down On the snow white floor speckled with little red dots,

waiting for the end of day,

waiting to fade away.

It's like all I scream is help

But nobody listens anyway.