Look.

Look look! look what ive done i’ve created a picture
right here on my arm. I used metal as my brush and
my wrist as the canvas. painted a picture more red
than you can imagine. see see! see it all, see how i
deal with the pain of it all! plead plead! plead me to
stop. so i matter now? I’m finally good enough? what then will it take for you to say im yours? what
will it take, you’ve scarred me to the core. If i died would your eyes finally open up? if I were to run into the street would you notice me gone? If i dissapeared would you even care i bet you’d be happy i bet you’ rejoice not having to ever hear the sound of my voice. You always yell saying im weak that my tears show what a failure i can be. But these tears are bot for you they are for me they are not sadness they are glee, cause i know when im gone you’ll finally care. But you’ll have no one to love cause i won’t be there. me with my brown hair and yellow eyes me the daughter you oh so despise me with a talent you could care less to know me…i will soon spill blood on the floor. let be a day or a month or a year. My death caused by you is surely near.