Whats this life for??

This is a little bit about my life. writing help me not to cut myself.

My mom had left my father and moved away. My father had started to drink heavy, and payed no attection to me. This made me feel useless and unwanted. He has punched me and through this at me while he has been drunk.

He had ended up in the hospital for his drinking and then went into rehad. This had helped for about a year then he started drinking again.

When i had found this out, I had started to cut myself. I was the only one that knew he started drinking. I had told a few friends I knew I could trust.

As time went on the cuts had gotten deeper and deeper as the pain grew stronger.

I find cutting the only way I can cope with this pain I have.

Thanks for reading, please comment.