Being Ripped Apart

I'm Shouting,
screaming at him
it's my dad
he hates me
I'm sure
no one likes me more then her
everyone else is against me
I'm all alone
alone in this life
thinking about death
every second
every minute

my dad's still shouting
i ran to my room
grabbed a knife
its sharp i know
i used it before
the scares are still fresh
fresh from the last time
it was yesterday
the blood starts to rush
to rush through my veins
i pick up the knife
put the blade on my wrist
and cut really deep

my blood
its dark-red
dripping from my arm
dripping from my blade
its so tempting
to lick the blade
cant stand The pressure
so i lick it
and taste my blood
it's sweet
i want more
so i cut again and again
i cant stop it
cant help it
i need to die
cos no one cares
no one but her