Uncontrollable Poem by KrIsTiNa CoTTo

The room went dark as my mind bleed.
Spun out of control from these drugs but no turning back now.
Far gone and blue. black and grey is all I see. There is no futue and there is barely a present.
My body holds no breath as I gasp for air. No soul or a conscience, a foul mind and a no good heart.
Dirty hands and dirty feet. Stepping into a pit a hole this thing called my life. Pain I feel none and comfort is the binge of pulling hair yanking and gripping. I cry as I scrap and rip my nails off from this concrete wall I try oh so hard to get up to get out. No way no how will I ever get out of this. Im all skin and bones rages for clothes a cold rock as comfort. Im all alone in this place that I can not see. My eyes are swollen red and blood shot. My body shook last night, staying up late and planning a plot. Getting back to the ones that cut deep, to the ones that punched and slapped and did all that they could to me to get to me to get to the core. But day by day I stay here and take it like a sponge going beyond and above risking my life. Taking slashes to the heart. The last slash came and this time I was gone.