You beat me, and tear my flesh with ever cruel hateful word.
I thought father's were suppose to care, but I know you
don't. I try to please you I really do, but it seems the
more I do, the less you see in me. Well all thats going to
change, because after this maybe you'll see maybe you wont,
but all I know is its time for my suicide. So as I write
this note tonight I cry because I really don't want to die
but I can't take this abuse. I know it will never stop
unless I die.So I take out my knife, and watch it gleam in
the moonlight. Without another word I stab it into my
emotionless heart. Within in the next few minutes my suicide
is complete.