Desperate Salvation
I slam the door
And shut off the lights
As I listen to
My parents fight,
I throw the pillow
Over my head,
Wishing now
That I was dead,
I hear the crashes
And the screams
Wishing now that it
Was all a dream,
I turn my music
Up so loud
That my screaming won’t
Even make a sound,
I grab my razor
And slit my wrist
Knowing nothing is
As painful as this,
I cut so deep
That there was pain no more
The night I knocked
On Heaven’s door.
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