• THE ONES THAT HURT ME THE MOST
    I sneak into their house,
    As quiet as a mouse.
    They have no idea what’s coming
    But my heart’s wildly thrumming.

    I sneak upstairs to my old room,
    Where on the floor is strewn,
    Memories of a life of old,
    When my heart was made of gold.

    I slowly close the curtains,
    About this I am certain.
    I then sit down in the dark,
    And look at my arms and think of the marks,

    Of when I’d cut my arms,
    Reminders of my self-harm,
    From the days before,
    When outlook on life was poor.

    My brother had been the cause of this,
    Unintentionally sending me to the abyss,
    Where blood and darkness reigned
    And all I knew was pain.

    But now the tables would turn,
    My act would make their stomachs churn.
    They would scream and cry
    While I would slowly die.

    I quickly look around the room,
    Now it’s dry but soon,
    It will be covered in a flood,
    A deluge of my hot, red blood.

    I take out my silver twin knives,
    These weapons have taken so many lives.
    And now my own will join those kills.
    Thoughts of Hell around my head, mills.

    I take one knife and throw it at the wall,
    Watching as a vase shatters to pieces so small.
    “That will wake them,” I muse.
    “They will watch my blood ooze.”


    As I hear them slowly rise,
    I quickly ready my knives.
    Long and hard I have thought of this,
    Nothing now will go amiss.

    I pull up sleeves to reveal scarred skin,
    And to think all of this was brought on by my kin.
    My knife quickly slashes
    And before my eyes, my life flashes.

    I repeat the process in silence
    As I wait for my audience,
    Before with both hands
    I ready to advance with my plans.

    In one steady motion,
    The action causes a commotion.
    I feel my flesh pierce,
    Blood pouring down my front from its source.

    I hear my sister scream,
    My brothers watch as I find my reprieve.
    Skirvai holds Blaide back,
    As my breathing becomes slack.

    My blood slowly pulses from within me,
    As my sister cries uncontrollably.
    I do not have much longer now,
    I hear my brother cry for a towel.

    Please don’t try to stop me,
    This is the way things must be.
    After all it is your fault,
    Just please, let me die from this assault.

    I feel the blood soak through my clothes
    As my eyes slowly drift closed.
    It is you that I can never forgive
    For letting me be void of the chance to live.

    You left me when my need was dire,
    I was even betrayed by our sire.
    Because of you I’ve made this decision
    And now I cut the last incision.

    Blood spurts from my neck,
    As Oraddian gives my vitals a check.
    I hear him swear as he finally understands
    My reason for wanting to leave these lands.

    “No, don’t leave!” I hear him cry.
    Oh I love to see him try.
    But it is too late for him to help,
    He should’ve done that earlier instead of looking after himself.

    So now my time has come to an end,
    My vision darkening as I come to the bend,
    On the road between life and death
    As I slowly draw my last breath.

    Goodbye my siblings, my time is done,
    Now you might realize that I was the one,
    You should’ve held close
    Because you are the ones that hurt me the most.