I am her mistake. I lay under the blanket of blood and tears. Blood pouring out of me. Tears wash away the blood of hatred.

My eyes, red and puffy, blink into the vast of nothingness. A single tear gets caught. This tear cannot role down my face. That tear cannot leave my eye.

The blade lays on my wrist, unmoving. There is comfort to this blade placed on my veins. I do not move, just imagining the feeling is enough.

I lay in my bed, my bed of lies and hatred. Her lies, pouring profusly, keeps me down. I want her to love me, to be her baby. The hatred keeps me weighed down. Hatred acting like chains. These chains are a mixture of tears, blood, lies, and hatred, rolling into one huge monster.

This monster is in me, eating away my soul. My soul is already torn and battered. Bruises lay upon my soul. Every inch of me needs love. Needs someone to hold me.