BryAnna Pfiffner

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Run

Scream, scream.
There's no one to hear my cries, I'm alone.
I scream out for defeat, freedom, and most of all relief
This blade is my best friend, the only one to trust.
Who cares about morals? Values? God and his beliefs?

Drip, drip.
The blood falls from my wrists and onto the floor,
I stare into memories; pushes and shoves,
I remember loved ones gone and ones still here,
Friends gained, friends lost, my one true love.

Hurt, hurt.
Why are we put in pain until we can't take it any longer?
Yet day after day we trust the people around us,
The ones that kill us slowly from the depths of our hearts,
The house is quiet, I'm free to scream, laugh, cry and cuss.

Hurry, hurry.
He walks with fast pace, no one can stop him from taking me.
I'm on my own as I fall to the floor, barely awake
I remember my 'loved ones', the ones who fear me, hate me,
He enters the house loudly, conscious, my death I fake.

Breathe, breathe.
As he walks into my room, I'm aware of everything.
He looks at my wrists, the red blood glistening,
He puts his ear to my heart, not aware of the pounding,
He mumbles about the work to be done, not aware of me listening

Tick, tick.
I wait for him to leave, to hear the doors slam shut,
Ten minutes pass, then 20, I'm still lying there waiting for a trick,
An hour goes by without a sound, but I know better than to move,
The man I deal with, he, and his ways, are really quite sick

Slowly, slowly.
I get up and look at the all the crimson blood I've shed,
I stand up and make my way to the door, silent.
Around the corner I see him, I duck back but too late.
He sees me, he lunges and hits me with such anger, so violent.

Gone, gone.
I lose my hope, my strength, I lose everything,
I have absolutely nothing left, just a thread of life.
'Kill me this time! End it right now! Please! ' I beg him,
He stops suddenly, and from his side takes a knife…

Regret, regret.
'I'm so sorry.' He apologizes, 'I never meant to hurt you.'
He hands me the knife and tells me to end my pain.
I take the knife, knowing he's ready to die,
My father kneels alone, helpless, hopeless… outside it rains.

Run, run!
I know what he's trying so hard to do; it's just another trick,
He knows I won't do it, I know that somewhere near him is a gun
I take the knife and run for the door with what strength I have left,
I get out of that miserable house and the rain pours. I run. Just run.

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