How Could You

Good at heart, bad at soul,
This anger and hate, I cannot control,
Down and depressed, sick in the head,
Tired of life, living but dead,
Blasting music, singing of death,
The scent of beer on father's breath,
All his words of non sense and profanity,
Are pushing me off the edge of insanity,
A punch to Mom's face, blackens her eye,
Blood drips down as she starts to cry,
He picks her up then throws her down,
She gets back up, he twirls her around,
Mom hits the stove with a force so great,
That her skull cracked, sealing her fate,
She died that night, Mommy's gone for good,
I might be young, but i understood,
So I went over to the counter and grabbed a knife,
And stabbed daddy six times,
I screamed "How could you do it, you killed your wife?!"
Then covered his body in lime.