Dear Dad

I remember the day... I was sitting on my bed with this song on repeat. He had done it again. I remember thinking of how much I hated him and myself as I drug the razor blade across my wrists and my arms. I was crying. I stood up and wrote the chorus on my wall in permanent marker and kept the song blaring and on repeat.

I left. He always told me to leave and that he didn't want me there...

So there I went.