• The first night that you didn't call
    my feelings were so new, so raw.
    I'm not to feeling this way,
    worrying about people all day.

    The second night was a little worse.
    To myself I screamed and cursed.
    I didn't know what happened to you
    and the feeling of worrying was still so new.

    The third night someone did call but i couldn't answer.
    I was too weak to get off the ground in the corner.
    When I was finally able to get up there was no voice mail.
    The only way i knew
    that it was you
    was because of your number in my phone.
    Another feeling came forth that day that I knew so well.
    It was hatred for the person that I'm supposed to love the most.
    For the person that gave me life and will probably take it away as well.

    The forth day i stood in front of my mirror
    with a frozen expression that looked like fear.
    From chest to my thighs was purple and blue.
    I had a feeling that you knew
    what you did to my body and that you enjoyed my torment.
    When I needed to hear your soothing voice
    you made the choice
    not to call.

    The fifth night you finally called.
    It felt like my heart frozed...it stalled.
    I started to cry
    but you didn't notice or you just didnt care why.
    You accused me of cheating for not answering my phone saturday night.
    You claimed that you and your friends seen me at a party with every guy in sight.
    You called me a cheater.
    You call me a whore.
    You called me a slut.
    You even called me a c**t.

    At fist i was stunned.
    I couldn't believe that you were calling me these names.
    I started to scream.
    I started to cry.
    I told what really happened and I could tell that you felt shame.
    I hung up the phone
    and I didnt answer them, even when I felt all alone.

    The next three days were the same.
    I couldnt get those names
    that you called me out of my head.
    I went to our spot at the park,
    sitting under the trees until came dark.

    When I got home I knew that you came over.
    My mom told me how a boy came over earlier
    wanting to talk to me but I wasnt home.
    I never told my mom about him because i was afraid of her reaction.
    She slapped me because I wasn't paying enough attention.
    She dragged me by my arms to my room.
    I knew that this was what I would get. Hopefully I'll be put out of my misery soon.

    I kept saying sorry and that it wont happen again.
    All she kept saying was that I sined...that that bot was a major sin.
    She kicked me in my chest.
    She punched me and screamed when my blood started to make a mess.
    She grabbed a pocket knife,
    and I found myself wishing that she would end my life.
    I had nothing to live for.
    All there is, is pain.

    All of a sudden there was a pounding on door, like when there's a storm and you hear a pounding on the roof because of the rain.
    There was a shout that said police.
    I guess one of the neighbors called saying they heard a woman beating her niece, my mom was to ashamed to admit that I'm her daughter.
    But they were too late.
    She already stabbed me.
    The knife went through my vest
    straight into my chest.
    The police got the woman off of me but it was too late.

    See I'm only fifteen and today my mother murdered me with a knife stabbes to my chest.
    Now my soul is safe to rest.