Numb

The sensation of the blade across my wrist

The sound of my blood dripping to the tile floor

My mind always has to have a twist

I cant do this anymore

My father is a drunk bitch

And my mom is constantly out the door

I have my brother who i cant ditch

And i am called a whore

So i cut for relief

To get away from it all

Even if its just brief

Even if its just small

What happened to my belief?

I need a phone call

You may call me dumb

You may call me a bitch

But you are just a scumb

And i am forever numb