I come home from a day of hell
Only to see
My drunk mother and my high father yelling at me.
They grab my wrists
My cuts sting
They throw me hard
My ears ring.
They punch my face and call me names.
Why am I the one they blame?
When I go home I cut and cry
I make up a million little lies.
I fell.
It was the cat.
My ears are infected.
I hit my head.
We were playing with knives.
Soon I'll die, soon it'll be over.
When I get home today, I won't be coming out.
