From the next room, I hear your cries of grief.
Your dissatosfaction, greed, jealousy, and memories.
Do I remind you so much of that cursed man?
A rainy Wednesday; A day away that stayed the same.
I didn't want to go home, I didn't want the feeling of pain to run through my veins again.
The smell of alchohol is disgustingly comforting to my blurred senses.
The screams and shrieked comming from your dirty body; I have acustomed to the everyday life.
You've broken me, just like you planned.
I cry, tears spill over like a waterfall, onto the wooden flooring under my scarred body.
The pain won't go away, the hatrid passed from you to me will never leave this shell of a body.
I'm broken, in two pieces.
Are you satisfied? Gazing at me with a wicked smile.
"How disgusting, you truly are."
You hissed at me like a snake would to it's prey.
I layed on the floor of my room, layed there in a pool of tears.
I'm scared, it wasn't meant to be.
My eyes widen at the sight of my handprint onto your cheek.
You flew at me, one quick movement and i'm down and out of the count.
You reeked of alchohol, the usual story.
I stood there, letting you beat at me until I was a bloody mess.
I wasn't wanted, ever. So kill me there.