But I Love Him.

~Tears~

I cry in my room all day until you come home. You don't care that your always drunk, or that I only hurt myself for you. I've tried and tried to help but you just hurt me. Whenever you come home, you drag me, you punch me, you hurt me, I cry. You drag me by the hand down the stairs so we can sit on the couch. You get up to get your beer bottle sitting on the counter, I say, "Really? It's 9:30 AM." You set your beer down on the coffee table and slap me in the face and say, "Shut the fuck up." You sit back down and drink your beer pulling me closer. Usually I let you, but I resist this time. All of these tears I cry...for you.

I wanna help, but he won't let me. I wanna leave, but he'll be mad.