Your Dirty Hands Poem by Shyanne Morreau

watch me sit here in my room
slowly as i bleed
waiting for the moment
when you cant hear me breath
its bad enough those memorys
of days when you were horny
and my mother was at work
you didnt care if i was hurt
and you cleaned off the end of your shirt
but you burried it in the dirt
along with lies you told to her
you said i was just sick
you said i need medicine
and you could always win
she beleived you and your sin
now forever scars upon me left
upon my skin within my chest
waiting so i can take a breath
not knowing if your done yet
but dreanched in pain and sweat
the way you touched me so much pain
its a wonder i am not insane
but i cant love anymore living in vain
angry with you i couldnt even say
im done with all your games
dont try to say you love me
because stepdads are for real
no matter what you think or feel
his place you could never steal
not after what you have done to me
rape me leave me here to bleed
hearing me scream
laugh as you leave
do you bleed?