Just been thinking of how I'm going to survive this battle field, the sun is setting, the colors pure and simple. Fighting each thoughts in my head. I wonder if he really cares. All the lies he's hidden. Soon to be revealed. Does he even care, of how each lie he hides, kills me. Mother depressed, siblings hiding their pain. He thinks it's a joke when it's not. I promise him not to do anything stupid and he promised never to tell a lie. I guess he'll never change. Ever time he lies a new scar is made. Hiding every scar is easy, just with a smile. But seeing my mother suffer and worried. Made me realize that I still have a life to live. I put the razor down and said my last good byes. As I live on, looking at my wrist tells me of the battle I am fighting with my mother and siblings. Being with him is okay, but with his family is a pain. Every look, every whisper. You know what fuck them. Their just a bunch of losers, they don't know me, so why bother. The he is my father.
