A desperate plea

The words thrown
Land like knives
Cutting deep into his being
He restrains a cry
Fearful of sadistic mocking
Fighting tears

But no walls could hold back
The tidal wave of hurt
The creak of cement
As fissures form
Masks the cries of agony

Frustration
The why's unanswered
As more blades attack
Giving in
He screams
A desperate plea to stop the pain
To cease the attacks
But no help comes

Alone with his tormentor
He stands tall
One last knife to finish
He looks into the eyes
The dark orbs of hate aimed at him
Draws the sharp metal across his pale wrists
Asking once more
Why

But no words return
Just a smile
He falls to the floor
So too does his reflection

Reviews

[Valentine]

Reading thoughts like this are what has me cling to Jesus Christ all the more. God does not make junk. We all need to learn that we are worth something or He would not have put us here. Grow up. Valentine

[Woody]

fantastic last line! never saw that coming.
a sad write about an all too common occurrence. but nicely done.

[sereenaoutloud]

great piece, we are out own worst enemy!

[wordman]

stab me slow,watch me bleed; is it my pain that you need
words can cut like a knife,and do as much damage