Why?

I walk through that door
everyday
and still I'm scared,
knowing what I'll face
it could be another
of the worst days of my life
ending with me
cutting deep with a knife
as i enter here
i turn around
to find you lying
on the ground
your drowning in a pool
of your own tears
and I'm confronted
with the worst of my fears
he grabs my neck
and throws me to the floor
i scream so loud
and run out the door
he follows me
pulls me back inside
my father shouts at me
'there's nowhere to hide'
i trip over your body
running across the room
i see his eyes
they're filled with doom
i run faster still
scared half to death
till finally i fall
out of breath
he towers over me
and slaps me hard
then grabs your hair
and throws you in the yard
why do you let him do this
is all i can think
he hits me again
and my heart just sinks
not for me
or the pain i feel
but for you mother
you cannot face that this is real
i love you both
more than words can say
but why do we do this
every single day?

*this poem is really close to my heart because it is so deep down in my mind, it is exactly how i feel everytime i walk in my house and the story of what goes on every day that my father is here, which is about once a week because he isn't around much, i would appreciate any comments or votes, thanks*