Richard Muyco

Everyday around quarter past three,
wewe burst into the bathroom searching for me,
I get hidden kwa your mother while wewe are away,
hidden, unused for most of the day,
I feel your anger as your hand grips me tight,
I'm the one & only thing that helps wewe sleep at night,
I live to put scars upon your wrist,
I leave my mark I'm proud of this,
I watch as the beautiful red blood pattern drips,
and runs off the ends of your fingertips,
what possesses humans to act like this,
to scream, cry & cut their wrists,
but for now my job is clear
the reason that I was brought here
to relieve the pain
to sit kwa the window and watch the rain,
up until around quarter past three
when wewe burst into the bathroom searching for me...

as i sit at on the kitanda looking out the Window looking up @ the sky as The Rain pitter patters Down. i cri i keep my head down and i dont bother....i dont care not any more. i stoped caring a long time zamani When u left me....alone....2 die. The cuts on my Wrist Wispers Every lie u Told me. every Tear That Falls Sreams Horrifing Screams. Every siku i stand alone. but Y. im waiting 4 u 2 com bakk. im wating 4 u 2 upendo me. 2 hold me. like once did Never ago. im moyo is always being stabed With 2,000 butcher Knifes. i no longer Think, i know longer Feel. i just cri, cri all siku n all nite. i just cut, cut 4 the lies u Told me. i just c blood every, im no longer waiting 4 u, im waiting 2 die. ull never com ull hold me ull never upendo Ull never CARE!!! never WILL!!
i dont need u 2 tell me im beutiaful...i dont need any 1
-Cries_bloodlova