Scars on my Wrist

         c:lred}One day I will give up and let my world fall apart. Only to enter another hell, but surly it will be better than this. I am tired and sick with the life I have created. I don't need your pity or your care, nothing will help the saddness surrounding me.          All of this because of rumors, backstabbers, and bullies. Though the one who caused most of the pain is the one and only person who should love you, mom, this is for you. You calling me whore, screaming, and the pain your hands have caused. If only I had enough courage to tell you what I thought, I would say, please mom stop, you name calling has gone too far, you may not mean it, but it still hurts. The bruises you have made then hreating me if I tell.          I think I have made my point so now I am going to say goodbye, but not forever. I will hount you and scare you and made you as miserable just like me. Once your heart takes it's final beat I will go on to next person and do the same. I will do this until every tear I shed and every scar i made will be taken care of.