Why is it?

All my life you've said you know all well answer me this, Why do i no longer feel the warmth of the sun? Why do I only trust myself? Why do I hate myself? Why do I cut myself? Why do I die more and more each day? Why am I tearing my own heart into shreds? Why do I feel like I should just leave so nobody has to be burdon any more? Why do I feel like I should stop eating to feel full? Why is it that everytime I need you, you tell me that your busy? Why do I feel so unwanted? Why have you never called me daughter? Why am I so worthless? Why is the cold so welcoming? Why have I hurt you so? Why is it you hate me? Why is it I am falling? Why am I not your little girl anymore daddy? Why is it you are ashamed of me? Why do I have to cause myself pain to feel whole? Daddy why am I crying if you don't even care? Why am I falling? Why do the scars seem more filled with knowledge then you? Why is it you can't tell your daughter is in pain? Why is it you can't hear me when I cry myself to sleep? Is it because you don't want to hear it? Is it that hard to understand that I am in pain? Why can't you see my smile is fake? Why can't you tell that the razor blades have gone missing? Why can't you see the knife is gone? Why are you so blind? I have been hurting for so long when you should have seen it? Why can't you see the scars? Why can't you see the blood soaked towel in my room? Why is it you don't seem to love me anymore daddy? Why is it I hate you?