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Abuse, suicide, death.
As he hits you,
your skin turns dark blue,
leaving a red mark,
he walks out leaving you cry in the dark,
you get up in fear,
sheddin a lot of tears,
you reach for a knife,
wanting to end your life,
instead you slit your arm,
bringing yourself into more harm,
you try not to scream,
you watch your blood stream,
you cut again,
you grab a piece of paper and a pen,
you began to write,
in the dark with no light,
strong words,
about your past and what you've heard,
then you put the knife to your throat,
you take one last look at the note,
then you cut deep,
as you let out a quiet weep,
you fall to the ground,
blood splattered all around,
you bleed till your dead,
you become a ghost to mess with your dad's head,
you make him go crazy,
he becomes hazy,
he dies of a heartattack,
then you rest in a place where no one comes back....
your skin turns dark blue,
leaving a red mark,
he walks out leaving you cry in the dark,
you get up in fear,
sheddin a lot of tears,
you reach for a knife,
wanting to end your life,
instead you slit your arm,
bringing yourself into more harm,
you try not to scream,
you watch your blood stream,
you cut again,
you grab a piece of paper and a pen,
you began to write,
in the dark with no light,
strong words,
about your past and what you've heard,
then you put the knife to your throat,
you take one last look at the note,
then you cut deep,
as you let out a quiet weep,
you fall to the ground,
blood splattered all around,
you bleed till your dead,
you become a ghost to mess with your dad's head,
you make him go crazy,
he becomes hazy,
he dies of a heartattack,
then you rest in a place where no one comes back....
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