A bath to remember

As I splash my hands around in the water
I can’t help but think they don’t want me as their daughter.
I guess I’ve been too quiet for a little too long.
Gone out too many nights, done too much wrong.
They ignore me now as if I’m invisible.
I don’t care anymore! This life isn’t livable.
I get no freedom, I get no respect.
I know it all, I have a huge intellect.
I’m so depressed and why can’t they see
what their rules and curfews are doing to me?
They make me go places and do ‘family things’.
When all I want is to grow my own wings.
Enough rambling on and on
This is my life right or wrong.
I grab a towel and get out of the tub
I almost slipped on the terry green rug.
Just then my mom bursts in
She looks pale, fragile and empty within.
She falls to her knees and screams and cries.
I ask her what’s wrong but, she pushes me aside.
It was only then that I saw what she was crying about.
There in the tub was a lifeless body, no doubt.
The girl was limp, floating in the tub
with crimson waters that resembled blood.
This couldn’t be real! The girl looked like me!
I screamed at my mom, “I’m here! I’m okay, look at me, please!”
I wasn’t serious, I was just cutting to relieve pain.
This was my little secret, my own sick game.
Cutting was my only refuge, my only friend.
I never imagined it would lead to the end.