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Tonight I sit alone...

My dad cries in his bed.

I reflect on my happy home,

and the things that are left unsaid.



What a wonderful life I lead,

We never go out together.

She used to love to cook and read,

but now shes cloudy..just like the weather.



My brother leaves as soon as he hits the door,

Dad comes home and watches tv.

She talks on the phone like she has before...

and that leaves only me.



There is no "how was school today",

Nobody asks about my grades.

I pray for the pain to just go away,

but it will all end with the blade.



She has a plan...

this I am sure of.

It may not be another man,

but this isn't my idea of true love.



I came to this home for a better life.

Now it seems like all I do is cry alone.

On my dresser sits this beautiful knife...

My memory goes back to my blood..and how it shone.



I fear myself and the scars on my arms.

I'm afraid of one day going too deep.

I don't mean to do myself so much harm...

But it seems like everyone stumbles on promises they cant keep.



can't you see what I'm begging for?

I'm making you aware of this pain I feel.

I want you to see me, kick open the door..

Kiss these wounds, make them heal.



I looked for your love in a friend...

He cherished me like a rare jewel.

That didn't work, it had to end...

and here i am, standing alone like a fool.



I looked for your love in a boy friend...

I fell for him, smack down into a tomb of infatuation.

I found that he had to pretend...

But, His love was no compensation.



This is your last warning before I do something I may regret.

I'll run away and I won't say goodbye.

This is a promise...it's no longer a threat.

It is now your turn to cry.