The end.

No matter how much help I seek,

Your reach will never cease.

You grab onto me tight,

Never letting me out of your sight.

Though you look at me hard,

You are blind to my scars.

The blood rushes down my thighs,

And I have come to acknowledge your eyes,

Your voice, so loud in my mind,

My silent pleas,

May you release me from this sour life.

But now I see,

You have no ears to receive.

You claw at my skin,

Not a chance to breathe,

No doctors can help,

When I just want to be set free.

Hot water burns my hands,

under your command.

Cloudy eyes as I cry,

I know in my heart that I will soon die.

The end is near,

but I no longer fear.

Accustomed to your bitter tune,

I know I will bloom.