Treasure Island

alibbebeth holyoake

(1994 / wikari new zealand)

drip


drip, drip blood hits the bathroom floor
as knife so deep cuts into my flesh
the pain and sorrow flow out in the form of blood
i lay in the bath fully clothed
praying that nobody comes home
i want to be dead when my mother walks in the door
maybe then the pain she caused me
she will realise wats shes done

Submitted: Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Edited: Monday, March 10, 2008

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