I'M Dead, and My Wrists Are Red

I slit my wrists At the memory of two fists Coming down on my face I can't help but feeling out of place Why does happen to me I can't help who I might be Don't you have any memory of us? I never put up a fuss But you still hate your youngest daughter Even though you are my father I used to love you dearly But now I hate you clearly I can't take the abuse When I only get used I'm going to die So it's time to say goodbye Are you even worth my time? Because I'm running out Why you are up and about Abusing me so Why did you have to get so low? I have taken enough blows My heart is broken And my mind is coming undone My wrists are bloody Look at them and study That's my life And you had no right To force them into this light They are red And I am now dead