Sitting on my porch step,

Watching people pass,

Looking at a puddle,

Thinking ’bout my past

Hoping for a future a fortune cant tell

I hope i do well

I still remember the day i fell,

12 years old and going through hell-

I remember the way it felt;

I remember the way it smelt;

The way my hair looked-

My favorite book;

Dreams of the future,

While going through torture,

Wild thoughts in my young head,

Still thinking monsters live under my bed,

Hating school and going home,

Dating fools with minds of stone,

Wishing someone would get involved,

Then maybe my mind would evolve,

I still let positivity dissolve,

My problems are still not solved.

I didn't do it. But nobody's going to believe that. I'm nothing but jail bait. A flower surrounded by bees who want to "pollinate" you. Ha, so now i'm just another nobody who's going to get killed for nothing. I just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. I haven't even started a family yet. Dying with no one to remind people of you. You know, some people would be happy to die like this instead of dying another way. They'd be fucking ecstatic. Yeah well i'm not. I'm innocent and fucking scared.

His hand was still firmly gripping my throat as he was holding me up against the wall with a tight grasp on my neck.

I was losing more and more air, and he kept squeezing. My nails were scratching at his arms but he wouldn’t stop. He kept going.

As if he didn’t care if he ended my life.

I knew that tears were coming down my face. But he didn’t seem to care.

What did i do?Why am i here with him? Why is he doing this to me?

The whole time i watch my life end in this man's hands, he hadn’t said anything to me.

Where will I go after this? Heaven? Hell?

Will i be lost in the world i once knew? Will they finally notice me?

Before i could think anymore, i was thrown to the ground.

Looking up, I acknowledged his features. I’ve never seen him before.

He watched me.

He watched how i observed him. I would remember his face. That’s how i knew he would have to kill me.

“Are you going to kill me?” i found the courage to ask. No you're going to sip tea. Fucking idiot.

He didn’t reply. Instead he started walking towards me with a stern face. I was done for.

At Least I can be with mama.

Home.

That’s what she reminds me of. Soon.

I’ll be home.

End.