My saviors hand

He's gone away for a while,
Maybe when he comes back, it will be ok,
Until then I'll hold on,
But, I don't know how much more i can take,
I don't think she can handle us,
She can't take the stress,
Maybe soon I'll get out of here,
It's probably for the best,
I try to hide from the two who are left,
As I wait for his return,
I want him to protect me,
Without him, I feel torn, and hurt,
Alone in my room,
With nothing but my pen,
I write so i can forget,
The aweful things being said,
This is my escape,
I can't even turn to my friends,
All i can do is wait for him,
His will be my savior's hand.