Cuts Deeper Poem by becky tuffs

I try not to do it,
But the pain it feels so good,
The blade it cuts deeper,
Then out comes the blood.

My arm begins to go all numb,
As the blood comes more and more,
I see you run through my head,
As i lay there crying on the floor.

Its because of you i do this,
For the pain you caused inside,
I was only a little girl,
Since them nights ive cried.

I hope your proud of yourself,
For destroying my whole life,
For making me find a way out,
For making me pick up that knife.

You call yourself a father,
I call you sick in the head,
The only thing that would ease my pain,
Is if you where gone, where dead.