The fighting begins

The rules harsher and stricter

At the end of the day

The is no real victor

When will it stop?

I try to behave

For whenever I am good

I am scolded anyways

The smell of cheap liquor

Lingers in the air

I don't deserve this pain

I don't want this despair

When I walk through the door

I am greeted by terror

I want it all to end

Happiness becomes rarer

The flash of sharp silver

Against my fragile arm

The crimson rain spreading

I don't need this harm

By the time you realize

All these awful things you've caused

It will mean nothing

I will already be gone