I sit on my bed
a sharp razor in hand.

I pull back my sleeve
revealing scars no others will see.

Then one cut. And two
It's blood that rushes down my arms.

I look down and smile
The blood..the pain..is distracting.

It distracts me from my life
right outside the door.

Distracts me from the bullying
from the name calling and pushing.

But it doesn't distract me from
the main reason I cut.

I cut because it's my dad
that causes me the most pain.

With his hands and his feet,
child abuse is all he offers.