My Abusive Father

My mother is suicidal,
My father is abusive.
Everyday he hits and yells,
Always so intrusive.

No time alone,
To do what I want.
While he sits on his throne,
My dreams he will haunt.

I'm scared of my own father.
When he raises his fist I feel his hate,
When he hits me its like he doesn't care.
Is this really my fate?

When he finally falls asleep at night,
I pack my bag and climb out my window.
Outside, I take a deep breath, finally not having to fight,
As I walk down to the river.

Once I'm there I see a reflection,
And I wonder who that lonely face belongs to.
The one with the tears streaming down it,
The one who's life is finally through.
Mine.

Some people are scared of the dark,
They prefer the light of day.
cuz when the sun comes up,
They are free to run and play.

But Im afraid of the light,
I prefer the dark.
cause when the sun comes up,
He hits with all his might.

Why can't he see,
That when he hits and yells,
He kills a piece of me.

Another day has come and gone,
With his hitting and yelling,
My cutting and crying,
I've been drug along...

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