A cutter's and child abuse poem

My razer blades my only friend.
Along with Teddy Bear.
I get my razer when I am sad.
And Teddy when I am scared.

I have bruises all over my wrist.
Some that Razer had made.
But most of my bruises r on my body.
From daddy and mommy playing a game.

My bedrooms a cold basement
I am locked in it all day.
Sometimes I am depressed.
Sometimes I am hap-ay.

Mommy drinks all day.
Daddy's home all night.
When I hear them coming down the stairs.
They give me such a fright.

Razer was from mommys knife.
Teddy was from a corner.
Razer wispers: "Use me baby."
And Teddy says :"He's ganna hurt her."

I think I have run out of tears.
From sobbing all the time.
Mommy and daddy are oh so mean.
They are so so not kind.

I never had smiled
I always frown
When daddy twors me
To the ground.

People hurt me screaming
From the beatings I was given
Some came knocking down the doors
One took daddy to jail and I never see him.

As I lay down tonight.
I am hugging Teddy and razer blade.
Teddy kissed me good night.
And razer makes me not hate.