Father of the dead

So much anger
So much agony
So much hate going through me
A razor blade beside me laying striking
Not wanting to be seduced
I seal my eyes and add up to 5
Hoping this will fade away
I release my eyes and look around
Discovering not anything but tears to give around
My room swamped by my dim tears
I fix my eyes to wards my door to spot my dad
As my anger burn up inside of me
My eyes containing fire that has gone from my heart to my eye
I feel nothing but disgust to wards that guy
I reach for the blade although it’s too late
To uncover I am already dead !