* This is not true i just thought it up one day sitting in my creative writing class *
Sitting here tonight in the kitchen
I always get the worst of your b****in.
You sit there and scream in my face
God I just want to leave this place
You point your finger at me
like i should be guilty
I sit there and wait for it ,
by the time it comes you don\\\'t quit
hit after hit across my head,
god how i wish i was dead
You tore apart my dreams and shattered my heart,
everything i thought i had you broke it apart.
Now i lie on the floor,
reaching for the door.
I\\\'m so close but you pull me back
Everything has gone black
I can not see,
did he kill me?
Then there\\\'s nothing....
I awake in a hospital, how did i get here?
as my mom whips away a tear,
she says to me,
i need to leave,
32 stitches in my head,
so close to being dead!
Broken leg from being pushed down our stairs
I tell her he don\\\'t mean to he cares
he just gets mad at me,
I cant leave he needs me.
