No More Crys

Hands raised 

Mouths closed 

Defending myself from the abuse and pain 

Blood slighly dripping from the palm of my hands

He cut me for the very first time

What did I do to deserve so much pain?

He never listens he only listens to the whispers of  "More Alcohol"

I stand in front of the mirror crying and holding the knife agaisnt the flesh of my skin

There are you happy now I'm finally headed to the depths of hell 

It's all because of you you made me do this 

Now forever live with causing your own daughters death