Adrenaline pumping,

Heart racing,

She looks down into the water and sees only one thing,

Blood. 

 

The tub is stained a crimson red,

Beautiful... Just like all of the blood she has shed.

She pulls herself together hiding all of her pain,

Puts her wrist under the water and washes the memories down the drain.

 

Each cut stands for something or someone who's done wrong,

Her father's fists of fury.

Or her sister little miss beauty,

Her brother and his illness.

 

No none of that comes close to what truely haunts her dreams,

The memories that leave her with nothing but echoing screams.

All of this leaving her with no means to escape so she picks it up,

And lets it wash her memories down the drain.

 

His hands on her body feeling like liquid fire,

His claiming that she was filled with desire.

Just a girl no more than 10,

Lost and hurting broken within. 

 

She closes her eyes and surrenders herself,

Hoping that he won't make life a living hell...

Shuting herself down thats the key,

He doesn't understand and now he never will..

 

Her grandfather's dead..

Yet she feels no dread,

She washes all of the memories away

All the blood down the drain..

 

All of this was shown through a slit on her wrist,

Though the memories are now gone...

The blood still remains,

No one can top her Crimson Pain.