i say pulling down my sleeves a bit further,

"im fine,"

my father,
surprised that i even had the guts to raise my voice.

"i'm FINE!"

he pushes me against the wall.
he looks at me with hatred,

yet i smile.

"what're you gonna do?"
"**** me?"

pushing me against the wall again out of anger

"**** me?"

shoving me into the wall,
hands on my neck.

"try me"

my friend walks in.
my father lets go.
my cold body falls onto the floor

"i knew you couldnt do it"

i whispered under my breath

'i know your ***** little secrets;

like you cutting yourself'

he whispers into my ear

i flinch

'this is why your ******* mother left us'

he shouts at me.
my friend shoves him away,
and he runs.

im all alone now
i have no family left
and i dont wanna move to canada.