Cat in Heat

A poem I'm working on. I am probably going to re-edit it. Let me know what you think.

I am leaving my bed only to return to it
With sick invitations over midnight phone calls
Like H E L P scrawled into a beach
And all my scars graffiti scrawled into my body
Some savior exists I hope
One who would kiss me
Rather than threaten me with lung cancer
Or maybe I have already been saved
And the proof is hiding somewhere on me
The tracks in my back left by fingernails
The split in my scalp left by a blackjack
But don't stitch me up
This city fucks me up
I am its baby

I hear growling in the kitchen
But there is no cat
I hear cars buzzing by outside
But there are no people
Inside-out the concrete
This city beats me with its heartbeat
Stomping feet you freaks
Get away from me
Go back inside the speakers
The drugs crawling all over me
MOMMY!
DADDY!

This city fucks me up
I am its baby