Hate of a Brother

written 12-13-05

Wishing I was dead

Away from this hell

Thinking of cutting

Cutting my own flesh for the answers I seek

Sick of being a prisoner in my own bloody home

Food brings me nothing but pain

Heart growing cold

Close to never loving

Sleep is dreadful

Full of painful dreams and anguishful thoughs

My eyes burn with hate of my own blood

Loathing who he has made me

Wishing he'd just kill me and get it over with

Send me to happiness to escape this hell

To escape this hell is my dream

Hoping to make it to 18

I will never be the same

If the only way out is to cut it all away

Then so be it

I no longer have a heart to touch

It died with the rest of me

It died on the coldest December's night.