I'll never forget how you saw your daughter's blood and told her she should have cut deeper

I'll never forget how you became aware of my mental illness and instead of trying to help me, you got angry and left me

I'll never forget the way you looked at me while I was crying, as if I were crazy and out of my mind

Maybe I am, but as my father, as the one who watched me grow, wouldn't you want to help me reach the aspirations you claim to have for me

I'll never forget the way you left and cut me off, the way you acted cheaply and said you would no longer help me

For as long as I live, I'll remember this abandonment and how you made me feel more worthless than I ever have before

And next time I pick up the blade and slide it across my skin, I'll see the blood, the blood we share, and remember your harsh words