Just another sad story...

Home,

I cant stand that place...

�Home,

I'd rather not show my face...

He screams at me,

I�swear he's crazy...

I run for the door,

Cant take much more...

He takes a swing,

Trying to stop my leaving,

�But in the end theres no where to go,

I�probably should have left a while ago...

I never knew what I�did wrong,

So I held on and stayed strong...

Hopping things would get better,

Except the bruises grew darker...

The punishments grew harsher,

Everything crashed into one big blur...

So I�left without looking back,

No longer worrying about another attack...