My Final Resting Place

Cold, alone, the darkness consumes.
I’m tired and afraid, my culprit looms.
Words, anger is flooding through the air,
smoke, fire... talk back if you dare.

Hate and sadness towards myself,
feelings that I can’t describe,
I shy away from their stealth,
but deep down I know I can’t hide.

Living, breathing in fear,
Their eyes show everything I need to hear.
Hate me, hit me, touch me there,
I will take it out on myself when you’re not there.

Scars, cuts will lace my skin,
here you go, here you are, you win.
I hope you’re happy, I hope your smiling...
Here I lay, in my room... dying.

Please, just don’t come to my funeral.
What’s the point?
I didn’t get here on my own.
You brought me here, to my final resting home.