I miss you

Home isnt home

When I got back home guess who's was waiting on me non of the less than my dad "Where in the flying fuck where you at you stupid bitch" he said while slapping my face and kicking me in the stomach area until he made me cough up some blood "I was just doing a project with a friend of mine named Tiffany" I said while cleaning the blood off of the floor "make me some food you liturally had me starving over here" he said "make your own food" I say "what did you say to me?" He asked "I said make you're own motherfucking food you basterd mom probably killed herself because if you, you stupid fucker!" I ran up the stairs and locked my bedroom door took my razor and cut I felt the nice pain of the razor cutting into my flesh I loved the feeling of blood trickling down my arm unto my bed making a mess I probably cut way to deep because everything got dark and when I woke up I was in the hospital with the sick basterd beside me asking me to wake up I unwounded my fingers from his and told him to leave I called zak to the hospital looks like he rushed because as soon as I hung up he was there beside me caressing my face in his hand.