The cutting

He yells at me day and night he hits me when i don't do some thing right he would take my sisters side over mine all the time.
you never really knew that i sit in a dark corner at night with a knife in my hand shaking and crying my self to sleep i make a cut it bleeds then i make a deeper one this is the only thing i have control over in my life....
you don't care you ask me where i got the cuts from i say from the cat and you being so stupid you believe me but i cat can not make that many cuts on my arm in one night.
i just want to ram the knife though my chest and never wake up again or shoot my self in the head then.....
every one will be happy including me as well,