It might not make that much sense without explaining so; I said something my legal guardian didn't like so she screamed at my and hit me multiple times with a closed fist. All I did was try to shield my face. I didn't even get up. Any ways this is the poem I wrote right after it happened. Blood and Mascara 1 Left 2 Right 3 Left 4 Right Glasses fall to the floor Buy not a single tear will go down with them Or at least not with witness The door shuts and everything collapses But in a seconds notice I can pull it all back together For now everything spins and crashes Then a graceful twist and slide of a (mod edit: guidelines) A headache pierces my temple as hard as the hits I took While the screaming voice in my head begs me to end the pain I whisper "I'm okay" as grayish tears pour onto the floor I collapse into the mess I made "Please help me"