Splintered

Another strange idea I had one day for a poem. I wonder if you can guess it?

Splintered

Snowflakes flurry,
White hot fury.
Don’t remember it hurting so much before.
Need to repair the door.
Bruises and scars
Litter my arms.
I live for a few more days.

Blurry blue sorrow,
Waiting for tomorrow.
One more bruise
It’s not new.
Cry myself to sleep,
Wounds aren’t too deep.
I live for today.

Wake with a startled cry.
Today I may die.
So much blood.
Too late to run.
Feel my life drain away,
Wasn’t worth much anyway.
I live for a few more hours.

So very weak,
My future is bleak.
He leaves me alone,
What has he done?
Painful screams
Fill my dreams.
I live for a few more hours.

Flashing lights,
They’re too bright.
What’s going on?
I think I may drown.
People in white,
Do they want to fight?
How long to live?

On the floor,
Door still torn.
Someone’s face;
Of him there’s no trace.
They motion over another.
I gasp, it’s my mother.
Blackness creeps over me...

(I wrote this thinking about abuse. But this may seem like something else to you. Please comment about what you think this is. :] )