Life Not Liveable Poem by Marisa Eutsler

I sit in tears in this hell called home,
Begging for mercy at the feet of one man.
Whose heart has yet lacked to roam?
Bruised and bleeding running as fast as I can.

No child should feel this way.
No daughter should cry alone.
I can't take this anymore, I can't stay.
My father's heart is made of stone.

Is this life, this pain, never ending?
There has to be an escape.
My broken heart needs mending.
I can't wash away the memories of rape.

Scrubbing and scratching away skin,
Trying to rid of the dirty feeling.
How could one man have done such a sin?
His hands and mind so unappealing.

The words people say lays in the back of my mind.
All those names and rumors spread like fire,
Is no one in this world kind?
Stop this bullshit, stop being a liar.

I found my blade, my glorious release.
Deep into skin it cuts, drawing beautiful blood.
This is what I must do to fight off this beast.
Tears fall from my eyes like a flood.

I write this poem to show you my pain,
Shaking with each typed syllable.
I know you must think I'm insane,
But if you were in my spot you'd judge my life not livable.