• I can't eat for my stomach is small,
    I can't move or I'll punch a wall,
    I can't think cause it's all I think about,
    I can't talk for I'll only shout,

    The pain tightens my stomach small,
    The rage makes holes appear in my wall,
    They always cause someone to cry without doubt,
    I am so mad at abusers it must be let out,

    Rapists hurt sexually,
    Manipulators hurt mentally,
    Killers hurt mortally,
    Abusers hurt ultimately,

    So through all this pain and anguish in life,
    Why shouldn't I hollow my heart with this knife,
    It would take away the searing pain,
    Why should I let this mess continue to reign,

    If I did stab myself what would it change,
    Words of my death people would exchange,
    Though who would really remember me,
    Drifting along a slowly dieing memory,

    In the deepest parts of two hearts,
    Is where sorrow creeps up and starts,
    My parents love forever will remain,
    Inside of my soul and wouldn't wane,

    Though even if it is so true,
    Remaining in the minds of two,
    Would be the ever lingering thought,
    Where were we when help was sought,