my tattoos

The sounds of my parent's shouts find their way into my room.
trying not to make a sound I tip toe into the bathroom and lock the door.
taking my little razor i slash my slender wrists and watch the blood drip at my feet.
down below the shouts escalate as in my head the demons mesculate.
the drip drip of the crimson flow doesn't seem to slow.
I slowly slip my clothes off and step into the shower turning the spray onto hot.
I gaze at the tattos that mark my skin.
not the type of ink u see these are all from me.
THe way my blade slices into my skin it takes a piece of me little by little.
the way the scars adorn my body like tattos that hold me trapped in a prison of my making.
the sound of the door slamming and the car leaving lets me know he's gone.
the scars for every mistake i made and every mistake I was.
slipping to the floor I wait knowing that soon they will find the evidence of my newest infliction.
they will coo and give me hugs but they then will leave one to the bar one to hang with his friends.
I know that these scars are all I have to my name.
no more human no more alive.
i'm a robot walking through the day and it seems to be a lie.
I can not cry and sadly I can not scream out hey mom dad I need u to love me not for what u see but for me