The end is near.

I wish my tears would dry up
Because I'm tired of the pain
Things I've felt are now numb
My happiness turned to shame

I still want to die and erase away
To not be here anymore in misery
I still cut my self to vent my anger
Towards my life and mental history

I blame my dad for why I'm this way
He never stopped his hateful bullshit
The names he called me hurt so bad
Hope he cries when my wrists are slit

I ask God to give me a reason to my life
some purpose to my pain and suffering
A will to coexist in a place where I'm hated
I'm venturing further with all my cutting.