Beat up

I'm sorry it had to come to this,  
It wasn't my intention to run away.  
I just feel like something's amiss,
I'm unhappy every night and day.  

I feel worthless,empty,and confused  
I've felt this way since the age of ten.  
My dad was a drunk that liked to abuse,  
It was his way of turning losers into men.  
 
I resorted to self mutilation that was vile
It made me feel normal to some extent.  
But shit like that shouldn't be for a child,  
No matter how bad I needed to vent.  
 
If you can relate to this then I feel for you,  
It's the kind of life that none should know.  
I got beat up until I was purple and blue,  
It hurt badly but I didn't let the pain show.  
 
People who hit kids are pussy mother fuckers,  
They're so miserable in life that they like to disable  
They take their rage and frustrations out on others,  
My dad crippled me and my life's beyond unstable.