After The Fact

I've been abused for many years.
Assualted,ridiculed,and neglected.
So bad that it brought me to tears,
Now I feel alone,sad,and rejected.

I feel ashamed for the person I am,
my emotions surround me with hate.
Nobody seems to fully understand,
My dad says I'm his worst mistake.

When I'm alone I like to cut my arm,
I like the pain that I feel after the fact.
It's the pleasures of self inflicted harm,
It fills the voids with what I've lacked.

At school I'm bullied and people laugh,
I'm humilated and shamed in front of all.
Some even put "kick me" on my back,
Everyone makes fun of my every flaw.

These are the reasons why I want to die,
My parents don't ever give me attention.
They don't ever say hello son or goodbye,
Within my life nobody gives their affection.
Written by PleasuresOfPain
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