
I am but 9 years old,
And I’m always at home alone,
I don’t know where my Mummy or Daddy are,
But I don’t like it when there home,
They are always yelling at each other,
And say nasty things,
I cover up my ears,
And pretend I don’t exist,
Daddy says its all my fault they fight,
I’m the cause of all there problems,
And I should of never been born,
In the first place,
My Mummy tells me the opposite,
And said I was a gift from god,
Daddy just can’t see that,
Because his going blind,
His a sinner in all forms,
Hiding and pretending to be something good,
Sometimes I get so confused,
When I’m trying to sleep in my bed at night,
I can hear my Mummy cry,
My Daddy’s yelling at her,
He does that every night,
Covering up my ears and pretending I’m not alive,
Maybe if I wasn’t born,
Mummy wouldn’t be so bruised in the mornings,
And wouldn’t get yelled at by my father at night,
I wish I could make it stop,
I hate living in a house with no smiles,
No laughter,
Just tears and blood,
I’m the devils child and I have to leave,
I have to take all of this pressure off my family,
If I’m the problem I’m going to leave,
I know where Mummy stashes her medicine from the doctor,
I sneak out of my room and into the bathroom,
I stand of the little stool,
And take the box out of the small cabinet,
There are lots of things in there I’ve never seen,
They have funny names written on them,
Like “Blue Beach”, the anti depressant pill,
And some birth control pills,
I’m going to take all of them,
And try and not wake up again,
I pressed the cap down and shook them all out,
Swallowing them slowly,
One by one,
I feel fine,
That’s take another one,
I take the ones that says “Birth control”,
I plop them into my mouth and swallow it down hard,
The taste was feral,
But I still feel fine,
There’s a bottle at the back of the cabinet,
I’m going to drink that down,
I stand on the stall once again,
I reach towards the back and grab the bottle,
I open the lid with ease,
I put it to my lips and scull it all down,
I’m starting to feel sick,
I can’t see much anymore,
Am I alright?,
I’m starting to panic,
Oh no, I can’t feel my arms,
I just heard the smash of the medicine box hit the ground,
I think I’m going to throw up,
But I can’t tell,
Everything is getting so dark,
Can anybody out there help!,
I can’t feel anything anymore,
All I can see is the floor,
I’m chocking and I don’t know why,
Am I finally dying,
Will this help my Mummy and Daddy stop fighting,
Hi my names Lucy I am but 9,
This is the night I learnt I am a sinner,
The devil’s child,
This is the night I destroyed myself,
So my Daddy would stop treating my Mummy so bad.