Innocent

One of my first poems from a few years ago

It started out at home
Her name being shouted through the door
Her mom and dad fighting once more
It started out with her innocence
Being judge, no one to listen
It made her see visions
made her go insane
It started out with razor blades
Then came to a twist
This beautiful girl was me
And there was blood running down my wrist
Soon enough it stopped
Just enough for them to see
That this little girl I used to be
Wasn't me
It took my innocence
All that was left
Now I'm laying on the floor
Screaming someone call an ambulance