Guilty

I heard him coming home again,
he sounded drunker then before.
I heard him trip upon the mat,
and fall upon the floor.

I tried to just ignored the noise,
and pretend I was alseep.
I thought that tonight could be the night,
his promises he would keep.

He stormed into the bedroom,
he stopped and looked around.
I could see his eyes adjusting,
and finally, me, he found.

He pulled me off the bed,
and threw me to the floor.
I looked at him and couldn't see,
the man that I adored.

It was pointless to try and run,
he'd just hit me so much harder.
I can't believe that this is the man,
that I have always called 'father'.

I had had enough,
this time I wasn't giving in.
I pulled my knife and stabbed him,
although it was a sin.

I should be thinking this is what he deserves,
after the way he had behaved.
Instead I sit here weeping,
as they put him in his grave.