Breaking Free

One.
The blade glides up my arm.
Two.
I scream but no one listens.
Three.
He enjoys brining me harm.
Four.
I can tell by the way his eyes glisten.

Five.
He pins me down with such force.
Six.
His grip loosens, not a bit.
Seven.
He never feels any remorse.
Eight.
Slit, after slit, after slit.

Nine.
I consider admitting defeat.
Ten.
I wonder why I even give a fuck.
Eleven.
Day after day I feel and get beat.
Twelve.
And it only gets worse with each cut.