In my Hand

I sit here and stare out the window
I see rain drops fall
I hear dogs barking
I watch cars drive by and
splash through puddles
In my house
Im always crying
And my family is always lying
Dishes breaking
Words screaming
I see bruises appear
And no ones faking
My house is just on place of fear
So the end of my life is near
I lay in bed everynight,
And listen to them,
Scream and fight
I've tried to flee
I've tried to run
And in my hand
I hold this gun....