I'm Sorry I Have To Do This

This may seem really sad,
and I'm sorry I have to do it,
but I am just too mad.

I'll take the knife and cut.
My dad is drunk,
and I hear him yell "shut up you Godd*mn mutt".

The tears of pain roll down my face,
as I watch the blood drip,
and feel lost in a daze.

I cut until I feel a bone,
and lastly hear my father yell
"answer the f*cking phone!"

He comes to check but is too late,
I am already gone.
I'm sorry everyone,
but this was fate.