my poem (hope you like)

blood is dripping
down my arm.
a tear falls
from my cheek.
another
and
another.
drip,
drop.
drip,
drop.
the faucet is leaking.
my arm is
burning
and itching.
my tears
keep falling,
faster
and
faster.
drip,
drop.
drip,
drop.
i turn up
the volume
so nobody
can hear
the screaming.
laying there
tears falling,
wrists bleeding,
and the screaming.
drip,

drop.
drip,
drop.
nobody's coming.
im still
screaming,
crying,
burning,
itching,
bleeding.
drip,

drop.
drip,
drop.
knock,
knock,
knock.
somebodys here.
i dont care.
i keep
screaming.
i blast
the music
louder.
drip,

drop.
drip,
drop.
they bust in.
its HIM.
i scream until
i can scream
no more.
he takes the razor
all in blood,
and throws it
on the floor.
i push him
toward the door,
but he says,
"i wont leave
anymore."
drip,

drop.
drip,
drop.
i yell
and
scream.
blood still
dripping
down my arm.
"baby,
i mean
no harm."
tears turn
into sobs.
i whisper
in his ear,
"i love you
but get out."
drip,

drop.
drip,
drop.
but he
doesnt leave,
just
sits there.
i look
at him
in disgust.
i love him
but
hate him
too.
drip,

drop.
drip,
drop.

untitled (think of possible title) ill post more in comments.

Chapter one

  “Brit! Hurry up!” I called. She yells back, “I’m coming, Alex! Do you have my keys?” She’s on the porch, looking through her purse. I yell to her, “Yeah! Come on!”
  Brit is my girl. Her short choppy hair has grown out to her chin. It flies behind her as she runs down the porch steps. She runs right into my arms. We hug and she whispers, “I love you Alex.” And I whisper back, “I love you, too, Brit.”
   We walk to the 1979 mustang she has. She says, “Chick, start it up.” (Before youthink anything else, I AM a chick.)