The water streams down my face.
Over my eyes,
Down my neck.
If I had my mouth open I'd be suffocating right now.
I'd drown.
The shampoo bottle falls and hits the bottom of the tub with a loud thud.
That's it.
I wrap a towel around myself and rush to my room.
I've finally done it.
I've been in a predicament lately.
You see,
I want to die.
But I can't kill myself.
If I did, It would cause legal problems for my mother.
And I can't run away;
It'd hurt too much.
So I've been miserable.
But I found a solution.
I'm going to torcher myself.
Strip away all of my happiness.
It's what I deserve.
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Target Audience
PoetryA book of poems; the deep dark depths of nothingness fill these pages, they can be a bit disturbing. Hopefully they reach the targeted Audience.