A look
As insulting as your words.
That’s what you give to me.
Rumors and lies
Spread about me.
For no reason I can see.
You call me a whore,
Hoping to offend me,
But act innocent when it does.
When I get home,
I cry.
There’s too much that hurts.
I turn to someone for support,
But they no longer know what to say.
They’ve heard it all before.
They’ve said the same thing
Time and again.
How can they help?
With no one to look to,
My mind fills with images.
Blood and tears
Mixing together
In a puddle
On the floor.
I am blinded
By a cascade of pain.
Through the blur,
I see deep red.
The blood trickling
Down my wrists,
Covering my hands,
Pooling with my tears.
I then collapse,
Dead.
I sit up straight in bed,
Afright,
My heart pounding.
The death was just a dream,
But the pain is real.
The immense pain
That you people make me feel.
Is it worth the guilt
That will come
If next time,
The death isn’t a dream?
Let me enjoy my life,
For no one knows
How long it will be.
