It was on a day like this.

All I had wished for was bliss.

But what I got instead,

Was just bloodshot eyes and a vision of red…

I stayed up all night,

Listening to my parent’s fight.

“It wasn’t right,”

I thought, my fists clenched tight.

My cuts burned and hurt,

As shadows in my mind started to lurk…

I was in a lot of pain.

I just listened to the rain.

It reminded me of the calming beaches,

(Although I never enjoyed the leaches).

But suddenly I snapped back to reality.

A different person I seemed to be.

Dried scars

Covered my wrists and arms.

I took a shower,

And scrubbed with great power.

It bled and burned,

And with the pain my stomach churned.

But I was not done yet,

Although the pain I started to regret.

A dark brown leather rope, that I was once given.

I pulled it out and tied it up, cuz I decided that I was done livin’.

I pulled it tight around my neck.

I hated so much that my life was a wreck.

“My last hope is that no one does the same as me,”

I think, and finally, let go of my anxiety.

Now finally, I can be free.

As life slowly drains away, I close my eyes and think of the sea.