Living in this house
is just pure torture.
My parents wont stop fighting
No matter the cost.
Sometimes he hits her,
Sometimes she cries.
I don't wanna
Be living their lives.
I need someone to trust.
I need someone to tell.
I need someone to love.
To get out of this hell.
Help me lord.
Help me baby.
Help me friend.
I've been crying
So much lately.
I just need a friend
Someone...
so I can just pretend
To be happy
I need help
From someone
Cuz love..........
Is my only console
* This is sort of what really happens in my house. except for the hitting part. I rote this when my parents where fighting and my dad almost hit her. Their still together but like isaid it feels like HELL*
