I came home,
The bottles of your weakness were standing outside,
The neighbour's wife is watching me,
To see if I'm still oke,
I'm almost frightened of going inside the house,
Scared of this will be the last time I come home and see you alive,
cause I know once, It will be,
My life is one big humdrum:
I come home,
Put your empty bottles away, cause I don't want anyone to see them,
Then, I go inside the house,
You'll yell at me,
Sometimes you'll beat me,
Then, I become mad and run to my room,
To do my homework, and today, to write this poem :
I wish for peace at last,
To escape from memories,
To escape from the past,
To start a whole new life,
A new life, and everything will be diffirent,
Only you will be the same,
Exactly the same,
Except your drinkcaring,
When you're yelling at me,
Is like loving,
And being rewarted by hate,
Like being a hero,
And getting there too late,
But at least,
While you keep yelling and yelling,
I'm happy,
Cause I know you still have the power to yell,