I Can't Take It

I cant take the constant yelling....
the non stop hollering,
being at your mother's throat for hours on end,
is truly exhausting...
physically and emotionally i fight this retched feeling,
the feeling of hate,
the feeling of disgrace...
if you look deep in my eyes,
its written all over my face...
sadness that has no cure,
and depression that has no end...
all these things I'm writing about,
never can be mend...
when i start to let go,
some one always stops me,
before i go too far
Jeanna you saved me....
i don't know if i should be grateful,
or if i should hate u...
because every one that helps me...
just prolongs my agony