It hits me sometimes, when I'm in the car.
When I'm walking down the street,
When he's yelling at me for not being pretty.
It just hits me. . .
How much I hate it here.
I get off two stops early after school everyday, so that I can walk the rest of the way.
It takes longer.
I don't want to be here.
Not this house, but with these people.
I hate it so much.
It's not even an angry kind of hate anymore, I'm just constantly sad.
I can't stop crying, yet every time I cry he gets mad.
I try so hard to quit leaving marks, yet there's no other way to calm myself down.
I can't fight it, I don't get much of a choice.
It hits me sometimes, when I hear her voice, screaming at me.
When I hear the word please, because it truly means nothing.
When I'm watching a movie and get excited for once, then realize I have no one to share my excitement with.
I'm alone in this house, and I hate it here.
