Heat pounding into my lungs.
Flesh Tearing, and 
the desperate sounds of crying filling the air.

The awful stench of blackened blood.
Everywhere, Monotone feelings.
No sympathetic looks.But one could care less.
Hurt me.
Leave me.
I feel blood rising.
Cut and Rips, Hurt feeling and Tender Bliss.
Why do you do this?
Tears surfacing.
Eyes, slowly fighting them.
Am I Weak?
No.
My tears won't fall.
Hurt me.
Leave me.
What is this feeling?
Intense and slowly growing.
You rip my everything from me.
Take me away.
What is the point of life?
I will live in pain no more.I will end it myself.
Hurt me?
No more.
Leave me?
No more. 
Abuse me?
No more.
This is the End.