WHY DOES MY LIFE HAVE TO BE SO MEAN?

He just yells,

he just screams.

What did I do to make him so mean?

As he yells,

I just stare.

I'm not thinking, I'm just staring.

Has he yells, he turns to me

and ask if I'm even listening.

I nod my head and just say yes.

So I can get out of this mess.

When he pauses, before he yells again.

I run away, up to my room.

I slam the door.

I don't care I just want out.

What am I to think about.

I turn up the music, up so loud.

I don't know what to think about.

As he yells inside my head.

I scream out loud I should be dead.

As I lay on my bed, I want to cry, but the tears don't come.

I can't release this pain, that I hold inside.

So I grab a knife, the blade so sharp.

As a take my arm, I begin to slice away my pain.

I know I should stop, but I can't cry.

So I start to lie,

everything will be better, wait and see.

Life won't always be this mean.

Then I stop, still no tears.

It didn't even wipe away my fears

But theres blood.

It streams down my arms.

There still no tears.

Why can't I cry.

As he yells, as he screams.

Why does my life have to be so mean???????????