HELLO Comma HELL

Hi, my name is Amy,
You got my note, welcome to hell,
And if you reading this then,
I tried taking my life, again,
And I’m probably stuck in a coma.
Not that you’ll ever find the other note,
Don’t even bother looking for it,
You won’t find it, unless this happens again.
There was only one solution to this, death or a coma.

Family equals protection, love and even care,
But that’s limited to specific people I guess.
All I’ve ever gotten is the harsh reminder,
That I was something unplanned, never to be,
Sadly here I am, the evidence of a failed abortion,
Trying to find a way out of life, and existence,
Hoping the darkness will love me more than them,
At least inside that box, I will finally have peace.

My brain hurts from too much thinking,
But there’s nothing to think of anymore,
I just want peace, even for three months,
Even if it means hospital beeps again,
Because that is way better than this hell,
Somehow I’m hoping they’ll get tired of the bills,
And eventually pull the plug, because I’m already dead,
That plug will just be a permanent confirmation.

He came yesterday, told me I owed him pleasure,
She was here ready to watch me “come undone,”
But they were not alone, I wasn’t surprised anyway,
There was two more muscular men with them,
And as they braced for pleasure, I did for pain,
All in, he believes, three musculars and one femme,
I must have lost consciousness when they began,
Because I woke up in a mix of blood and white.

In a world of peace, my life was chaos,
Trapped in my own mind,
Ditched by my own sanity,
The cursed blessing of the duo,
Drugs and drugs and drugs for them,
Until a pleasure tool I was made,
Crushed realities yet delighted,
Hoping to be born after this death,
Should be easy, right?

As I write my left hand is bleeding,
I’m sorry for messing the floor and sheets,
Stupid artery is making my letter short,
Anyway, I still got strength, for a few more lines,
Not that anyone will care about a comatose kid,
One who will be dead as soon as the bills pile up,
But hey at least I’m giving them a choice,
Coz I never had any freewill anytime or ever.

Tell Alex I’m sorry, I tried to hold on,
But even I can get tired and he can still see me,
The cut today isn’t that deep,
Well it is deep but I won’t die yet,
Until I hear his voice again.
Damn I feel so week,
I think I’ll see him later,
Tell him that I lo….