She asks me

She asked me if it hurts to die
Because it hurts her more staying alive
I know she wants to die
Instead of hurting every night
Resorting to the knife
And its splendid paradise
With just one slice
The pain eases
Then you watch
Watch your red blood ooze from the cut you made
Letting it drip giving your dad something else to scream at you for
I can hear it now
You dumb ass
You stained the f**king carpet
What were you thinking
You're so stupid
Clean that s**t up or else
Well good let him yell
He's f**ked up my life to much already
Made me not be with the one I love most
I finally move on and now he f**king criticizes me
What did I f**king do to deserve this
Why don't you open your eyes
My real dad isn't killing me
You are
You're the reason I want to die
A part of why I cry my crimson tears
You say this and that
Of how I can't be bi-polar
I have no symptoms
When the truth is I have the symptoms
You say I'm hormonal
Let me ask you this dumb ass
Do hormones make you want to die
How about cut
You've always said I'm weak a wuss
Sorry to burst your bubble you can't be weak or a wuss to cut
I hope you yell for my drops of blood
That way you have practiced
For the next time when you walk into my room with not drops but a pool
A pool of my blood all my crimson tears
Then you'll maybe see my corpse laying there with my note beside me
I will have mailed letters to my friends
Explaining why I had to die
May be then you will realize why
I hate you
No matter what you do
©Angel Wellesley
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