My Fantasty of an Accidental Suicide

It's long, but it's really worth it. Please read all of it... I really need the comments, I just got a really bad beating from my dad who stepped foot into our house (4 days ago) for the first time in 3 years... I wish he can just go back to wherever he came from! I HATE HIM!

*Very angry at the moment... f u c k my "dad"

Don't be afraid of her crimson cuts
They're just her form of art
Look closely and they paint a picture
Of her weak and withered heart

Her young and fragile soul
Has been suffering all her life
Scorned by her "mom", beaten by her "dad"
She turned to her trustworthy knife

She's always labeled perfect
When they don't know what's inside
They never see her bleed nor cry
Or the scars she tries to hide

Other girls wish to be just like her
They envy her beauty, her grace
She asks "Why would you wish to be me
While I wish to leave this place?"

She says "If only they knew
They would take back every word said
It's better to be yourself
Than be me and soon be dead

I wish they could just see
What lies below, down deep
Don't be fooled by whats on the outside
For on the inside, I'm a creep"

She wishes she can say these words
And still be looked at the same
But if she tries, she won't even be looked at
And those people aren't to blame

She lives her life in a world of lies
With her endless mistakes made
She has no one to talk to, to tell them the truth
So she just talks to her blade

And with her blade she sits and she bleeds
And feels she is somewhat sane
She cries all her tears until there's nothing left
And she no longer feels any pain

But all the pain soon returns
As she walks out of her dark room
To find her father waiting impatiently
To make her life a doom

After her beating she walks to her room
And makes more cuts on her wrists
Its her only way to escape from
The pain from his powerful fists

As she lay on the floor bleeding and weeping
She began to contemplate why
Her life has become such a tragic mess
To a point where she wants to die

And as she lay there she was unaware
That she was losing so much blood
She fell asleep to never awake
She was found soaking in her own flood

*Not to sound conceited, but the beginning of the poem really does describe me... IT PISSES ME OFF!*

*I hate my dad... why did he have to come back... he's nobody to me, just someone to give me bruises *tear*...*

*I guess you can say it's my own fantasy... suicide, but it was an accident... I didn't know I was losing so much blood*

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