Take Me...

A cold room.
A cold and darkened room.
A cold, darkened and naked room.
I’m sitting at a corner near the locked door. It has scratches all over.
Feeling numb I get up and walk to the window.
The glass is broken but the metal bars stand in my way.
Some drops of dry blood cover the floor,
They’ve been here for weeks, since the window’s glass was broken.
I’m sick.
Sick of staying in here.
Sick of crying and screaming while they beat me up and rape me.
I may not release my body, but I’ll sure release my soul.
Taking the most sharp piece of glass I slit my wrists.
This pain is nothing compared to what I’ve suffered in the last weeks.
Just take me away.