My little sister

It seemed like every night my parents would be angry with me
they'd shove me across the room
or make me scream

My father would hold me down
while my mother would scream in my ear, telling me things that I really didn't want to hear

She'd tell me that I've caused the family trouble for the last time
and her and my dad would hit me
until I lost my mind

And as I tried so hard not to let them see me cry
All I wanted at the time
was crawl up and die

One night as they screamed at me
because I forgot to do the dishes
I layed down and allowed them to hit me as I made my wishes

After it was over I crawled to my room, and my little eight year old
sister followed me into my gloom
she told me that she loved me
even if mommy and daddy didn't
and that she always cried when I did, and cried harder when I didn't

She was proud that I could take the torment and never give in
that even though I went through hell
She always was my friend

That was the first night
I layed the razor down
and instead of slicing my wrist
I let myself drown

In the tears that followed
that little girl to bed
with her lovely words
she didn't know she said

all she had to do that night
was tell me I was loved
and I will never forget how much
she helped me not to cut