I wake up every morning with bruises all over,
Too tired to walk, too numb to feel,
Blood oozing from inhuman wounds,
And the floor covered in bits of torn hair,
I crawl slowly, pull out the drawer,
Clean the wounds, dress them all up,
Wipe off the blood stains, destroying evidence,
Of the gruesome event that got me to this state,
I lie down, tired, trying to remember how it happened,
And fall asleep soon, like I would never wake up,
And then I rise, bring out the weapons,
Pull out my own skin, exposing the flesh,
Breaking myself down, part by part,
Finally, exhausted, I slip into a deep slumber,
Only to wake up oblivious to the truth,
That I am, my own nemesis…..
And that, I would never know!!!!!