Life in hell

I cover my ears,
prepared for the worst,
This is it,
the endless curse.
Mommy yells,
way to much,
Daddy says,
he loves me a bunch
but i really know,
thats all a lie,
i wish they would get along,
so i wouldn\'t have to cry,
Mommy drinks a lot,
especially after a fight,
and also after she kisses me,
good night.
Daddy\'s more secretive,
and fools all,
nobody knows,
that he punches mommy til she falls.
Or how he creeps into my room,
almost every night,
and does bad things with me,
nomatter how much i fight.
I\'m so scared to tell,
but my life is worse then hell.
but if i tell,
Daddy said he\'s kill me,
and mommy said,
\"listen to he\"
So i\'ve lived through this torture,
everyday,
from the time i get up,
until the time i hit the hay.
One night,
i wrote a note,
a suicide letter,
i left it on the green tote.
I told them, it was for the best,
that it was just another,
life and death test.
I grabbed a thick,
wooden chair,
along with a rope,
i put up my hair.
I tie the rope,
around my neck,
I won\'t admit,
i\'m nervous as heck.
I kick away the chair,
and the rope chokes me,
This is the day,
truth becomes reality,
this is the day,
i killed me,
to escape from my misery.