Why mommy, why?

I look forward to the day I die,
So the pain I feel will subside.
You killed me with your words,
you killed me with your hate
Why did you do that to me I was only eight?
Now I'm older, and I sit in my room all alone, fearing when you will come home.
My friends ask me how I'm feeling I tell them I'm fine.
But they don't understand that I'm secretly dieing inside.
I tell you I love you,
You tell me you hate me, I ask you why?
So you tell me to go f*ck off and die.
You give me the knife, and tell me to cut.
But before I do I need to know,
Why mommy, why?

~please tell me what you think~