[Spirit]: 726.No One
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Crying my eyes out while he laughs and plays.
I limp into the living room and tell him goodnight.
He calls out to me as I turn.
I go back to him and stand in front of him with my head bent low.
He grabs me and twists my arm,
yelling at me to look at him.
I hide my pain and lift my head,
I stare into his eyes.
He smiles the devils grin and pulls me down to him.
He slaps my face and punches my stomach.
I bend to his will and shut down.
I let him do what he wishes.
I snap out of the darkness when a loud crunching sounds.
He broke my arm.
I don't yelp, I don't cry, I don't say a thing.
He takes me to a hospital and they patch me up.
When we get home he kicks me in the back of the legs,
and tells me to go to bed.
That night I put my plan into action.
I grab the razor and retreat to the bathroom.
I lie myself in the tub and cut my splint.
I unwrap my arm and cut as deep as I can.
I use my blood and write a small message on the wall.
Then I cut my other wrist.
Before I pass, I slit my throat and die away.
That morning they found me in my blood,
and my message:
"Now I leave this world, no longer a burden."