Why do me and my little sister have to watch my mom get beaten try to get away.
Dying was my only escape
but then he judges me because of the cuts on my arms legs and sides
The empty pill bottles
The pills I took to feel numb
The weed I smoked to get high and try to forget
The running away I did to come back and see it again
It dosent make any sense to me
I just sometimes want to give up and due.
