Tortured Soul – Poetry

I cry and cut and stare in the mirror
Wondering how much longer I have to be here
My reflections laughing, as the tears roll down my face
I pick up my knife, determined to leave this place
All this pain and strife, that time has not erased.
I slit my wrists, and watch them bleed.
I fall to the ground, telling myself this is what I need
I died inside, my body does the same
Needing to hide in my life that was just a game
It’s all over now, I lie lifeless on the floor.
Everyone’s laughing at my death, knowing I will fuck up no more.
But little did they know now everything’s better for me
The little girl they tormented…is finally free.