This is part of a series and must be read through the end to understand. It's long I know but only way to get full effect. Kind of old too but don't hold that against me.

Scared

I'm going to tell Brooklyn,
Tell her about my dad.
How he hits me,
How much Mom drinks.
I'm going to explain to her
Why she can't come over.
Tell her I'm not rude,
I just can't deal with it.
Then I'm telling her goodbye.
The final goodbye
I just can't take it,
I finger each one carefully.
Death seems like my only escape,
My refuge.
I hear dad's footsteps
On the stairs.
Death will have to wait.
As I slip the bottle back
Into the drawer,
Tucked beneath the clothes,
I wonder what I did
And how severe the punishment
Will be.