As I sit here I wonder if you even care, If you even care that I'm cutting my wrists to get rid of the pain and suffering, that I have to deal with. As I sit here I think about how happy I used to be as a child..before I saw my mother almost die. I try to remember all the anger I had toward my father. He was a low-life and a drunk, he tried to take the one person who loved me more than life it self. I try to remember you and how happy we used to be walking through the park, hand in hand, gazing into each others eyes. You told me everything would be perfect, that we would have a big house with a white picket fence, our kids playing in the yard. You said my past would disappear, and that everything was alright. Well my past didn't disappear, you did. you left me here in the dark corner to drink myself to death. but guess what you see that gun in my hand, thats what killed me..not the empty bottle in my lap.
As I sit here..I think of all the bad times there were..You beating on me until I bled, until I screamed in pain. There's no such thing as a perfect life..You made me realize that...I wish you would die.
