• They scream louder this time,
    and there's nothing you can do.
    You know you are everything they never wanted,
    And it's just so clear to you.

    Pulsing music from your iPod drowns there voices out,
    but you know that it won't stop them from fighting;
    just from you hearing their sickening blowout.

    You think of the days they were so happy,
    and wonder if it was all your fault.
    Maybe if you had just been beautiful,
    you're mom might've tried to halt.
    Maybe if you had gotten straight A's,
    you're dad would've cared for you,
    instead of only hurting you.

    You've tried so long for them to see,
    all you've ever wanted was them to be,
    what every other family always had.
    But your cries and pleas have only left you hopeless, broken and sad.

    So once again you open that same drawer you sadly know too well,
    and grab that magical blade that'll solve everything, for now.
    You lift up your long sleeve and put your only true friend against your fair skin.
    Just one cut,
    you close your eyes shut.

    One tear slips down your vulnerable face,
    just one tear you let escape.
    And then you see those flashbacks once again,
    of the times your father made sure you knew,
    no one will ever want you.

    So you let that blade break through your skin,
    and hope to God you'll eventually be okay.