To my family...

I live a life of pain,
A pain where I slowly die inside,
A life where I try to hide,
But only bad memories I gain...

My home is a hell-house,
This is not a home,
This is a slaughter house...
My house is where Lucifer roams

I lock myself away,
I prey and I prey...
But they pull me back out,
So they can take their anger out on me,
Another yell, another shout,
I want to runaway I want to be free...

When I am hit I wish I bruise,
If I bruise I wish I'd break,
And if I break I wish I'd die.

Another day
Another part of my innocence is taken from me
Why do I stay?
Why don't I leave?

I hate them,
I love them,
I wish I'd go,
They'd wish I'd go
They'd be rid of me...
Then we'd all be happy

This is how I feel a majority of the time when I am home... tear