When I was 12

My eyes water but they do not burn
These are tears I've cried before
I am confined to this space
But even here
Evil encroaches

Why is it that
My beautiful art
Must be the product
Of such disaster

These are just words
On a ripped page
With no meaning
I try and i try
But they are always meaningless

Eyes staring at me from the cracks on the wall
There is no privacy here
I am alone in-between

And i cry every night but you do not watch me then
You only watch me when i strip and when i please you

Even if i cry under you gaze you will not see me
You will just watch me bleed before you
Then hastily wash it off you dirty fingers