The place i call home.

Fists Flying
my sisters crying
as hes mouth spits everywhere

used to this
He cuts he's wrist
as he smashes mums table wear

phone's ringing
room starts spinning
as mum lays still on the floor

one More kick
mum feels sick
as daddy runs out the door

blood from her head
face bright read
she insists that She'll be ok

face full of tears
living in fear
we wonder why she wont move away

back he comes
drunk as a skunk
now hes ready to start round two

tables and chairs
now the glass wear
hes next weapon is a high-heeled shoe

Hits Her head
He Wants Her dead
we just cant understand why

hugging her tight
cant sleep at night
because i watch my little sister cry

hes back once more
slams open the door
we know what happens when he uses that tone

He punches her face
calls her a disgrace
and this is the place i call home.