((End The Game)) Poem by carly bachor

This fatal reality
This strong hostility
Wishing my wrists were bleeding
To stop the pain from the beatings.

Out screaming these lies
Uncovering my cries.
My frost-bitten spirit,
And i can't bare it.

Wishing for the truth
Show me the proof.
I'm coping with the pain
But i end up with these blood stains

I try to make a sound
But it's too profound.
I hear you loud in clear
But it still doesn't take away my fear

I refuse
And yet i'm still being used
I was too late
And now all i have is fate

I tried to debate
But now im left with hate
I'm done with the pain
So let's end the game.