I woke up today,
with blood-curdling screams in my head.
It's normal.

Went down the stairs,
saw a corpse in a bloodbath.
It's horrible.

Inspected the body closer,
Had bruises and beat marks on it.
It was a beating,
and it took me a while to figure it was mom.

My hands soaked, in cold blood.
I could feel my head screaming,
crying, and making the loudest sounds possible.

I look at Mother's scarred face.
It's awful.
With hands bloody, and a screaming head,
I decide it's time I die.

Taking the knife,
Hands crossed,
I swing the metal towards me.

My heart drops, when I saw her, still alive.