Running from dad... A story of abuse...

I came home from school,
And stood at the door,
Just to see mom,
Lying on the floor,
Her arms and legs were all bruised,
Her clothes tattered and torn,
Shes been getting this,
Since the day I was born,
Im the cursed child,
The unwanted one,
And wether he likes it or not,
Im his only son,
I gave mom a hand,
Getting up 24 stairs,
We just had to escape,
From his menacing glare,
I gave mom a glass,
Full of her favorite drink,
She began to sip,
And I began to think,
How could we go,
Without running away,
I kept on thinking,
But we just couldnt stay,
So I gathered up mom,
And put her in the car,
I said goodbye to the house,
And then I looked at her scars,
I couldnt just let her,
Slowly die anymore,
I had to get back,
Had to settle the score,
So I grabbed a paper and pen,
And scribbled a note,
Left it on the counter,
This is what I wrote:
We just had to leave,
Had to be gone,
We knew if we told you,
Youd tell us we were wrong...