Hello Knife

If hopes and dreams keep us alive,
Then I am dead.
I've put up with as much as I can,
All the shit I've been fed.

You'd think that they gave me enough,
But they have no clue what they've done.
They push and they pull,
Cause the situation to harshen.

Fight after fight,
Beat all the love out with hate.
There is nothing left here,
Not a trace of faith.

Emptiness in my heart,
Thier's cold as ice.
They make me feel already dead,
But right now, death sounds nice.

Is it all really worth living,
Or are there better times after life?
I'm not quite sure, I'm gonna find out,
Hello knife . . . .

*this poem is deticated to everyone out there with parents that physically and phsycologically abuse them*